“Show me how you want me to devour Zayn’s pretty cock in a moment.”
I smiled to myself as he started suckling and lashing his tongue, then swallowing hard when I hit deep.
The eroticism of it had me slamming harder back against his cock and into his hand still tormenting me. I felt a spark of his power and then he invoked his shadows. They swirled all over my chest, making me undulate in rapture as so much heady sensation inundated me.
The overwhelm was such that surging pleasure collided with sharp shocks of bliss to the point it all became one and took all of me.
I was fast reaching the point of no return.
I could feel Winter was also.
If this went on much longer—
I startled as Evira called her talons forth, then raked them down Zayn’s chest, deep enough to draw blood. Little pearls formed as he squealed with excitement. Within moments, rivulets were running down his torso, over his abs.
“More!” he cried, bucking beneath her.
She retracted them, and he whimpered, but then she flicked her magic at his pants and stripped him naked.
In the next moment, she magically lubricated two of her fingers, then shifted off him and pushed his thighs up.
His breath caught in his throat and he was panting with anticipation as she eased one of his ass cheeks aside, then circled his rim.
“Ah… yeah. Yeah, icicle… please.Please.”
“Fuck me,” Winter gargled around my fingers.
I most definitely shared his sentiment.
Zayn almost bucked right off the bed when she began easing her fingers inside his tight little hole.
“Good boy. Take my fingers like the wild thing you are.”
“Yes!Yes!”he cried. “Hard, baby. Stuff me hard. Please.”
She gave him what he wanted, pounding into him hard and deep.
We watched her twist her fingers and Zayn’s entire body stiffened as she’d obviously connected with that wonderfully sensitive spot nestled within.
She treated him to more than that when she employed her speed, her fingers becoming a vibrating force of motion bearing down right there and making him scream until his voice was hoarse.
“Fuck… ungh… gonna come. Gonna fucking come!”
“Winter. Vaxan,” Evira called to us.
Winter and I disengaged, but not without me stroking his nape on his way past me and him slapping my ass—because, of course.
We stripped what remained of our clothes with our magic, and then Evira was holding out her free hand to Winter and guiding him onto the bed sideways on to Zayn. “Drink, lovely,” she encouraged him.
He beamed at her, while stroking his cock with an amusing theatrical edge for her viewing pleasure that held her attention for several moments, before her gaze darted to all three of us in turn again.
As Winter leaned down to feed from the rivers of blood running down Zayn’s chest, I caught an odd look passing between them. It was brief, but noticeable, nonetheless. I didn’t get to examine the possible implications further as Winter dipped his head, then licked and suckled at Zayn’s wounds.
Evira twisted her fingers inside our chaotic Ifrit.
And that was the final push.
He came bellowing out into the room, writhing on the bed and fisting Winter’s hair, spurting in hard pulses.
