“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, hips twitching into her hand. “You know exactly how to touch me,Your Highness.”
The title seemed to turn her on even more.
I knelt between her thighs, spreading them wider with my hands on her soft inner skin. Her pussy looked so inviting, pink and swollen from Solomon’s attentions, juices coating her folds.
I put my mouth to her center and tasted her fully, tongue lapping up every drop. She bucked beneath me, her free hand fisting in my hair, pulling me closer as her moans filled the chamber.
“Taste so good,” I murmured against her, lips brushing her clit. “Our beautiful queen, always so responsive. Such a perfect mate, letting us devour you.” I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue while sliding two fingers inside her tight heat. She clenched around them immediately, her walls fluttering as I pumped slow and deep.
“Lucian, please, I need...”
“Tell me.”
“I need you more. Please.”
In the mirror, the sight was intoxicating.
Mira on her back, legs spread wide for her king, her hand working Solomon’s cock with expert twists. Solomon stood over her, head tipped back, muscles corded in restraint.
And me, buried between her thighs, eating her out like a starving man. The reflection made my own cock throb painfully in my trousers.
Mira’s strokes on Solomon grew bolder, her fist gliding from base to tip, squeezing just right. He thrust into her hand, growling praises. “That’s it,Your Highness. Milk me just like that.”
She writhed under my mouth, her hips grinding up to meet my fingers. I added a third, stretching her, curling them to stroke that inner wall until she sobbed with need.
“Come again for me,” I urged, voice muffled against her skin. “Show Solomon how you soak my face.”
Her second orgasm hit harder, her pussy gushing over my tongue as she cried out our names. Solomon watched in the mirror, his cock twitching in her grip, and the shared bond sent sparks of her pleasure racing through us all.
“Come here,” she said to him, voice husky and commanding despite her blissed-out state. She pulled him closer, guiding his cock to her mouth with her hand still wrapped around the base. She took him in deep, tongue flat against the underside, swirling around the head before sucking hard.
Solomon’s composure cracked wide open. His hand fisted in her copper hair, not pulling but guiding gently as his hips rocked forward in shallow thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, Mira,” he panted. “Such talented sucking.”
The mirror reflected every detail.
Me on my knees between my queen’s thighs, my cock now freed and sliding against her entrance, teasing her folds. Solomon in her mouth, his thick length disappearing between her lips as she hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head.
Mira between us, taking both with the confidence of a woman who owned us completely, her eyes flicking to the glass to watch herself.
I pushed inside her then, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around my girth. She was so wet, so hot, clenching.
“Yes,” I groaned, bottoming out with a slow roll of my hips. “Feel that, my queen? Look in the mirror, see how we fill you up.”
She moaned around Solomon’s cock, the vibration making him thrust deeper, his praises spilling out. “Watch yourself, Mira. Our beautiful queen, stuffed at both ends. Suck harder, just like that.”
I started moving, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, the chaise creaking under us. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples peaked and begging for attention.
I reached up to pinch one, rolling it between my fingers as I fucked her steady and deep. The mirror showed it all: my cock plunging into her pussy, slick with her arousal, Solomon’s sliding between her swollen lips, saliva trailing down her chin.
“You’re our everything,” I told her, voice strained as pleasure coiled tight. “Milk my cock while you swallow Solomon.”
Solomon’s hand tightened in her hair, his thrusts picking up pace.
“Close,Your Highness,” he warned, eyes locked on the mirror. “Your mouth is too good.”
The visual in the glass pushed me over.
