“I want to give her one taste of the most delicious Winter treat.” I lick his length, prominent veins rubbing against the flat of my tongue. “Think you can hold off coming to give her one taste, Prince?”
“Y-yes,” he groans, teeth clenched.
I grip Rosalina by the back of her neck and guide her down. “Open wide, Princess.”
She sighs deeply as her pink lips wrap around his massive cock. Her mouth looks so small and delicate around it. She slides lower and lower, a deep moan echoing from both of them. I grab the base of Kel’s cock, helping him hold back his pleasure, and fuck, she’s not even close to my hand yet.
“Deeper,” I command. She obeys, and I can almost make out the shape of him in her throat.
She slides back up quickly, gasping for breath, eyes wild with pleasure and more than eager to continue.
“Get her away,” Keldarion groans. “Gods, Rosie, you feel too good.”
“Kel,” she whimpers, sliding back to the plush bed. “I want you so badly.”
“I know, love. I want you too.”
Guilt simmers through me. “Let’s make you come, Kel.”
With each deliberate stroke of my tongue, I trace the contours of his cock, feeling its velvet surface stiffen further beneath the gentle pressure. Salty precum drips into my mouth, making my lips sticky. I take him fully to the back of my throat, using my hands to play with his balls, gently squeezing the soft surface.
Keldarion’s moans deepen to a rasp, and I know he’s getting close when his large hand tightens in my hair. I could tease him more, but I’m as eager to taste him as he is to release. He doesn’t need to ask me where to come.
He knows.
I increase my pace, slamming his cock against the back of my throat, my saliva and his precum coating the surface. My mind blurs as his pleasure nears climax.
His cock stiffens.
“Fuck, Cas,” Keldarion says, broken beautiful words.
I fucking love when he calls me Cas. His cock twitches and spasms beneath my palm. In a sudden rush of sensation, his pleasure floods my mouth, salty and sweet. I pump my hand, trying to milk every last drop.
But I don’t swallow like I usually would.
Keldarion’s chest heaves as I rise. He looks at me, a soft expression that makes my heart stutter. But it’s Rosalina I turn to next. She’s watching with a similar expression, legs spread, the icicle a quarter of the way into her pussy.
I place my hands on either side of her head.Open up, I say in her mind, because, well, I can’t use my voice right now.
She parts her lips. I lean closer, then kiss her, spilling Kel’s pleasure into her mouth. She moans as she accepts it, grasping my hair.
“Oh, Cas, yes.” She licks my lips for any last drop. “Kel, you taste so good.”
A quick glance over at the Winter Prince shows he’s just as aroused by this as we are. But I’m not done with our little Rose yet. I reach between her legs and grasp the end of Kel’s icicle.
“How did you like having that enormous cock in your mouth, pretty?” I begin to push it deeper, and she squirms. “Now imagine that big cock fucking you raw, filling you so full of cum, you can’t be filled any more.”
Her only answer is a broken cry as I start to move the icicle in and out of her with a new rhythm, fast, then slow, then fast. “How deep can we get this, Flower? How deep do you want it?”
“Deeper,” she gasps. “More, Cas.”
I grin, looking down at the beautiful sight of her pink pussy being filled. Her wetness and the melting ice coat my palm, and I inch the massive shape deeper and deeper inside, feeling the resistance of her inner muscles.
“Let me soothe your heat,” Keldarion says, closing the distance between us. He runs a hand along her stomach to cup her breasts. His hand sinks deep into her soft flesh, molding and unmolding the shape beneath his powerful grip.
He kisses her, no doubt still tasting his own cum on her lips. I take the opportunity to shove the icicle all the way into her. Her moan is muffled against her mate’s lips. I press my palm flat against her mound, feeling her slick pleasure merge with the icy water.
“I don’t know about you,” I smirk, “but after all this excitement, I’m parched.”
