Saros stroked his cock from root to tip, precum leaking from it more than usual.
Goddess, the power the two of them had over me. “You like that don’t you, Wicked? Work that pretty pussy for us and we’ll give you a private show.”
She brought the tip of the toy down, easing it in one inch at a time until the small nub hit her clit, then she pulled it out a few inches before pushing it back in again.
Out and in.
Out and in.
My eyes were glued to the movement, turning me on so much I could no longer resist the lust rushing through me from the quartz around our necks. He might have been quieter about it, but Saros’s desire could overpower mine in a heartbeat. It was almost as if repressing his emotions made them all the stronger. He groaned, attention flitting between me and our sexy witch on the laptop screen.
I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking down the salty precum spilling eagerly from his tip.
“Fuck,Lynx,” he gritted out.
From my peripheral vision, Oakley was working the toy in time with my mouth sucking down every inch of Saros. Her strokes became shorter, thighs shaking. She only paused for a second, an audibleclickfiltering through the speaker before a steadybuzztook its place and her head tilted upward.
“Eyes on us, Midnight,” Saros demanded. I loved when he got like this, and from the way Oakley’s gaze snapped to us, lips parting, a soft whimper escaping them, she did too. He gripped my hair, my scalp zinging at the intensity, and thrust up into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. “Goddess, this talisman. Is. Fucking. Amazing.”
Saros guided me down his thick shaft, and Oakley’s lust pulsed from the talisman, radiating through my body. I released him from my lips, stroking him a few times. “I think she wants more, Saros, and so do I.”
He looked over at Oakley, who was rubbing the tip of her dildo against her clit, breaths shallow. She nodded in answer, and I sat up, reaching into the nightstand to pull out the travel-sized lube, tossing it to Saros and getting onto my knees.
Squirting some into his hand, he kissed and bit along my hip and ass before prepping me with languid circles. Then, a moment later, his thick tip pressed against my tight hole. I relaxed into the sensation, letting it burn as I pushed back onto him. My cock was ramrod straight, cum leaking onto the bed. Not that I cared. The messier the better when it came to them.
Saros eased in slowly, pulsing in and out until he finally filled me to the hilt.
As Oakley fucked herself with the dildo, she poured into us with her ecstasy through the crystal. Saros growled, plunging into me in time with her. It was like he’d gone feral, pounding harder with each drive of his hips.
“What would you do to our witch if she were here right now?” I teased him, wrapping my fist around my cock and working myself eagerly. The scent of powdered sugar and sweet syrup blended together, fueling me to arch into Saros’s thrusts. Her eyes jolted, attention piqued, but she kept fucking herself like the Goddess-damned queen she was.
His baritone came out in short, breathy rasps, and he pulsed in small strokes, staying deep inside me. “I want to taste you. Bury my cock so deep that when you shatter, you’re clenched around it. So all you can feel is my hot cum as I fill up every inch of you. Then I want to watch Lynx fuck it back into you until you overflow and we’re spilling down your thighs.”
“Goddess,” she cried, throwing her chest out, her breasts full and heavy. If she were ever comfortable enough to let me, I would caress every inch of them with my tongue.
So fucking beautiful.
“You ready for us, Wicked?” I rasped.
Saros replaced my hand, gripping my shaft tightly and jerking me with each powerful thrust of his hips. My stomach clenched, electricity rioting through my bloodstream. It was overwhelming, the room feeling much too small for all the pleasure bolting between the three of us.
She nodded wildly, incoherent sounds spilling from her lips. The waves of her ecstasy crashed into me through the talisman hanging around my neck, drenching me with her decadent Desire.
“Just like that, Midnight,” Saros whispered over me, his delicious tugs making my balls tighten, ready to unleash.
“So fucking soaked and perfect. I can’t wait to be inside you again,” I heaved, my release closing in.
“Give us one more,” Saros ground out toward the screen, body slapping into me. He was getting close. His hand shook around my cock while he continued stroking it in long, steady measures.
Oakley pushed the toy deep into her, its nub buzzing against her clit.
“It’s—too—intense,” she whimpered, shaking her head, her body trembling.
“Let go for me, Midnight,” Saros demanded, voice low. “Ineedto see you.”
Her eyes glinted with renewed purpose, the pleasure building between the three of us connected by the talismans.
When a guttural cry split her lips, Saros emptied himself, warmth flooding into me. My tentative restraint unleashed, thick ropes of cum spraying onto the comforter until my body was drained.
