His words send a shiver down my spine, my core fluttering in anticipation. I arch my back, pressing my breasts outward, presenting myself for my princes. Their heated gazes rake over my body, pupils blown wide with lust.
Dayton watches hungrily as Farron kneads my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his skilled fingers, making me writhe in his lap.
“Please, Farron,” I breathe, grinding down harder. “I need you inside me.”
“Anything you desire, sweetheart.”
With a single effortless push, he enters me. I cry out, head falling back against his shoulder as he fills me so perfectly.
“You’re incredible,” he rasps. “I can feel Dayton’s cum coating my cock, making you even slicker.”
Farron picks up his pace, fingers digging into my skin as he pounds into me from below. My body rocks with each powerful thrust, breasts bouncing as I ride him.
Through the thick plumes of steam, my gaze locks on Keldarion and Caspian. Cas kneels between Kel’s muscular thighs, his dark hair damp and mussed. The Winter Prince’s massive cock disappears between Caspian’s stretched lips, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks.
“Look at them, Rosie,” Farron growls in my ear, his voice rough with lust. “Look how Caspian takes Keldarion’s cock so eagerly, like he was made for it. Just like you were made to take ours.”
His dirty words send a jolt straight to my core, and I clench harder around him. Farron hisses in pleasure, his thrusts growing more erratic. I can tell he’s close, his control slipping.
Keldarion’s gaze shifts to mine. Even from across the steamy room, the heat in his stare scorches my skin. He drinks in the sight of me bouncing on Farron’s cock, breasts heaving, lips parted.
Caspian releases Kel with a pop and turns to look at me, expression pure wickedness. “Isn’t she delicious, Kel? Stuffed full of Autumn’s cock, still dripping with Summer’s cum. Don’t you wish you could fuck her?”
Keldarion growls, a deep, primal sound. His eyes blaze like blue fire, taking in every debauched detail.
“Your mouth will do.” Keldarion grips Caspian’s hair. “For now.”
With a wink in my direction, Caspian takes Kel again. Then the Winter Prince throws his head back with a guttural roar, the cords of his neck straining as he releases down Caspian’s throat.
Caspian bobs in earnest, slurping and sucking greedily. Drool and cum dribble down his chin. He gazes up at Keldarion through thick, dark lashes, his eyes glazed with devotion.
“Oh fuck,” Farron gasps, his cock twitching inside me. Farron’s thrusts grow more frenzied. Each snap of his hips sends jolts of electricity racing through my veins.
“Ezryn,” I gasp, reaching toward the Spring Prince. “Please, let me make you feel good.”
Ezryn takes my hand, guiding it to his thick, throbbing length. I wrap my fingers around his velvety shaft, marveling at the heat and weight of him. I start to stroke, my grip firm as I pump my fist. Beads of moisture gather at his tip, and I swipe my thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the slick evidence of his arousal. “Rosalina,” he says. “Rosalina. Rosalina.”
The steam swirls thicker now, curling in dense plumes that obscure my vision. It’s like I’m adrift in a hazy dream, the edges of reality blurred by the shimmering mist. Sweat rolls in rivulets down the valley of my breasts, between my shoulder blades, along the curve of my spine.
Suddenly, there are hands everywhere, stroking, caressing, teasing. I can’t see through the billowing mist, can only feel the delicious slide of skin on skin. Fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. A hot mouth latches on to my neck.
Farron continues to pound into me from below. My body undulates, hips rolling to meet his every stroke, greedy for more.
Ezryn’s shaft pulses, growing harder as I work him with increasing fervor. His breaths come in sharp pants, his abdomen flexing with each twist of my wrist.
“Fuck, just like that,” Ezryn rasps, his deep voice strained with pleasure. “Your hand feels so good, baby girl.”
Emboldened by his praise, I tighten my grip, pumping him faster. Ezryn groans, his hips stuttering as he thrusts into my fist. I can feel him swelling, growing harder, the thick veins along his length pulsing beneath my fingers.
“Rosalina.” My name is a reverent prayer on his lips. “I’m so close…”
I twist my hand in a way that I know drives him wild. Ezryn’s abdomen flexes, muscles rippling beneath his shining, tawny skin.
“Let go for me, Ez,” I urge breathlessly.
With a hoarse cry, Ezryn’s head falls back, tendons straining in his neck as his release crashes over him. His cock jerks and pulses in my hand, hot ropes of pearly cum spurting from the tip to coat my fingers.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan as all our combined pleasure shoots through our bonds. “Wait. Cas, Cas needs to come.”
