Cercies’ massive, callused hand slid down my chest, closing around my breast and brushing over my hardened nipple. I had always had a naturally full chest, but it looked small in his hand.
While I was lost in the Dragon Master’s mouth, Titus interrupted in a wickedly vile, deep voice,
“I accept your terms, princess, but I released your hold a long time ago. You are doing this because you want to, so do me a favor and stop pretending you don’t. By the time I mark you, you won’t want to return to your mortal mate, because you won’t want to leave my fucking bed.”
Huh? What? I could move this whole time?
I pulled my mouth away from Aurelius, intent on lunging for the High Lord’s lips. I felt the Dragon Master’s delayed release at the back of my head, as if he were reluctant to let go. When he finally loosened his grip, I dove into Titus’s kiss, but he turned his head, and I settled for his neck instead.
The Lord of flame stood, my legs wrapped around him, his hands gripping my ass with near bruising force. He held me as we reclined onto the coffee table.
He kissed my body ferociously, driven by a hateful lust. His body pressed over mine. The scent of pine and smoke made me feral. I spiraled into shameful depravity and did not care. In that moment, all I could be was the raw, primal, morally unbound version of myself. I do not think I could have stopped, even if I wanted to.
These three Fae rulers had me completely enthralled, with
the High Lord as their ringleader.
He pushed himself off me, kneeling between my legs, leaving me to lay on the table between all of them. I could see all their erections straining through their clothing.
Good Lord, what did I get myself into?
“From now on, you only wear this shit for me,” the High Lord commanded.
My strappy leather bodysuit began to smolder and incinerate, leaving nothing but traces of ash behind, starting at my wrists and creeping up to my neck and down my chest. It was a painless crawl of heat that tingled across every inch of my skin. The delicate caress of the flame was hot, but it did not hurt.
“Such juicy tits she has.” Cercies remarked as he rubbed my breast.
Aurelius dove in and sucked my other nipple in his mouth.
My moans became unhinged cries of pleasure screaming for release.
“Brings back good memories, doesn’t it, brothers?” Titus remarked.
“Her moans are like music to my ears,” Aurelius commented.
“Perhaps we should see who can make her moan the loudest,” Cercies suggested. “If I recall correctly, Aurelius was the last champion.”
Titus frowned. “He has that snake like tongue. Completely unfair advantage. I would have won if it were based on penetration alone.”
Aurelius sneered. “Oh, fuck off, Titus. Cercies was the one who got that Water Fae to soak the bed.”
Cercies laughed. “Those Water Fae females are messy.”
“What shall we do to our little mortal plaything, brothers?” Titus asked. Then traced his tongue down my abdomen. His tongue was hotter than a normal body temperature.
My heart raced. Was this actually happening? Did Iwantthis to happen? From the sound of it, they had done this before, more than once. My clothing continued to slowly smolder away, inching down to my belly button. They were going to use me like an object, and I fucking wanted it more than anything.
The High Lord’s hot breath on my body, mixed with the undeniable pull I felt toward him, had me writhing with need for his touch. But it was the sensation of all their hands and mouths on me at once that finally drove me over the edge, and broke my self-control.
I would do anything, submit in any way to them for the pleasure I craved.
“Take it,” I breathed out in a long, drawn-out moan.
“That sounded like consent to me,” Aurelius remarked seductively.
“I love seeing the feisty, mouthy, mortal Delilah become so undone and turn into a needy, little whore for our cocks.” Titus smirked, and the second and third in command agreed.
He began to rub on my throbbing clit between my legs over my pants with his thumb. I could feel the unnatural heat of his touch through the leather. The warmth, his power, every touch felt electrifying and magnetic. My back arched off the coffee table, and I screamed in pleasure; he wasn’t even inside me yet, and he had me this worked up. Is this what it was like to have sex with an immortal powerful being? Fuck.Sign me the fuck up!
