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Fingers walked back up the length of my arm to dip between my breasts, drawing a deep breath from me. Here, in the blackness of my mind’s eye, I could imagine the hand touching me was, once again, The Raven’s and not Brittle Spear’s. The thumb that played at the budding edge of my nipple was that of my inquisitor, and when he pinched and rolled it roughly between his fingers, I couldn’t help but give into the small whimper of pleasure that slipped past the massive leather gag.

“Fuck,” Brittle Spear whispered close to my ear. “One day, I will hear you make that sound in my ear and not into a gag.” His fingers abandoned my nipple to shimmy the cloak over my hips and down my legs, lavishing each new inch of flesh revealed to him with heated kisses. “While I dine, please do away with the shackles, Captain.”

“Her hands stay bound,” The Raven barked.

“If you must have them bound, there is a harness point above the bed. Keep them above her head if you wish, but I would much rather her be able to touch me as she wishes,” he murmured against my skin as he knelt and slowly spread my thighs wide for him to wedge himself between them.

“She would strangle you at the first opportunity she had,” The Raven grunted and moved behind me, readying something.

“Then, I would die a satisfied Fae,” Brittle Spear purred before he dragged his tongue up my thigh. His arms looped behind both of my knees and pulled me forward into his waiting mouth.

The moment his tongue touched my slick pussy, I tilted my head back and moaned into the leather gag, drool filling my mouth. The hot brand of his tongue on the slick, aching flesh felt like heaven itself bursting into my mind. I needed more. I wanted everything and then some. Any remaining hesitation and reluctance was melted away the moment his skilled tongue found my clit and began pressing and sucking on it in steady succession.

Any plan to substitute Brittle Spear’s touch in my mind for that of The Raven was withering away. The aching yearning for The Raven remained, but a new bonfire burned beside it, crackling and chewing on logs built with every throb of my clit as his nimble tongue teased and feasted on me.

I felt the bed dip behind me as Brittle Spear hooked my legs over his shoulder and lapped at me with indulgent vigor.

“Imagine his mouth is mine, little bug. What I wouldn’t give to be the one making you make those sounds.”

The heat from his body was radiating into mine as he worked the shackles off my wrists. The moment they came free, I sagged with relief, but it was short lived as Brittle Spear took the opportunity to spear me on two thick fingers and hook them deep within me, causing me to scream with delight behind the gag.

“That’s it, little bug, ride his face for me. Show me how you would take your pleasure from me,” The Raven rumbled in my ear as his hands explored my arms, drawing them up and then securing them back into shackles above my head.

His body never left mine, his firm muscles holding me aloft from the bed, stretched long before Brittle Spear, who worked my pussy with expert and determined skill.

Every suckle at my throbbing clit was met with a slow twisting thrust of his fingers. My hips moved along with him, sliding and undulating with the give and take that he was drawing me into. I could only imagine his mouth to be The Raven’s, two of them. Two Ravens lavished me with attention, one fucking me deep and slow while he feasted on my pussy, the other letting me lean against him while his leather-gloved fingers toyed with my stiff nipples, pinching and pulling them in rhythm with the sway of my hips.

“Fucking gods, Captain. If you’ve never tasted this pussy, you’re missing out. She tastes of power and milúll. I could drink from her for eternity,” Brittle Spear moaned against me.

“I have not yet had the pleasure, Highness. Fuck her good for me. She’s being such a dirty girl for you. She deserves a reward.”

The thunder of his voice shot through me and was punctuated by a vicious pinch and roll to my nipple in tandem with Brittle Spear diving back into me to ravage my clit.

A blush danced hot on the apples of my cheeks. Dirty girl. Adrenaline poured thick within me, and I squirmed, grinding myself harder into Brittle Spear.

The Raven grinned down at me, catching exactly how those two words gripped me by the hair and shook all the pretense of civility from me. I was their dirty girl. I would be. And I’d like it. And The Raven, ever watchful, took note.

I was panting, my heart pounding a rabid staccato in my chest as Brittle Spear and The Raven teased and taunted me right up to the edge and then backed away. Both seemed to know exactly when to ease off and when to drive me forward toward the abyss of orgasm, never letting me tip too far into it that they could not control the way my pussy gripped Brittle Spear’s fingers.

“Do you want to come for me, dirty little girl? Do you want to show the Ard Tiarna how messy you are when you let yourself go for me?” I was nodding, my eyes whipping open to connect with his and begging with furtive, pleading whimpers. The wicked smile building into his perfect lips told me I had given him exactly what he wanted. “My Prince, if I could ask that you leave your meal . . . I bet it would taste so much better filled to the brim and dripping with your cum.”

“Captain, I will need to invite you to my bedchamber more often.” He laughed before latching onto my clit again and groaning as he suckled, pulling himself away reluctantly.

He rose, placing my legs delicately down on the bed and stepping away as he began undressing himself. His hungry eyes never left me, though. “My lady, I hope that I can please you because I would taste you again and again and again. Even if all you would have of me would be to ride my face and use me for your pleasure.”

As his linen shirt came away and was tossed carelessly to the side, I let my gaze trail over his body. He was slim, fit, and well-toned but much slimmer than the mountain of flesh The Raven was. Ard Tiarna Brittle Spear was a rapier, where The Raven was a falchion, thick and built like a warhorse. But Brittle Spear had been in his fair share of battles as well, as evidenced by the network of scars that peppered his rich tan skin. He let me look, taking his time undoing the laces of his pants and toeing off his boots to be kicked across the room. His eyes burned with need, the evidence of my enjoyment glistening on his face.

Behind me, The Raven kept me close to the edge, drawing his gloves down my body and spreading my thighs wide for Brittle Spear to watch as he teased my clit. I squirmed against him, making slick, wet sounds as he varied his speed just to keep me on the maddening cliff. Any time I would move to clamp my thighs around his hand, he would force them wider and slap my clit. Brittle Spear watched with hunger in his gaze, licking his lips clean of my pleasure.

“Do you hear how fucking soaked you are for him, my dirty little slut? Such a messy fucking girl. Dripping for this absolute fucking stranger, begging for him to fuck you. Filthy fucking girl letting him use your slutty little cunt as his dinner plate,” The Raven rumbled in my ear as the Ard Tiarna began pushing his pants down his long legs to reveal the thick erect length of him as he listened to The Raven’s depraved words and the way my breathing went shallow and rapid, trying to gulp air around the gag.

I had expected Brittle Spear to look like the King, unremarkable and like any other human, but he was different. All along the length of him were raised ridges, and he curved upward, thicker at the base, where the vein running up his length stood out in stark, hard contrast to the rest of his cock. Pearls of precum adorned the darkened head, and every fiber of my being wanted to get down on my knees and crawl over to paint my lips with it.

“They say he’s a dragon spawn. That their line was born of a Fae and a dragon mating. He lacks the split cock, but I knew you’d appreciate how it will split you wide and leave you aching for more.”

He had spoken loud enough for Brittle Spear to hear, and he puffed with pride at the majesty of his nudity. “Would that I had been blessed with more attributes. If I had a serpent’s tongue, I’d have tongue fucked you until you drowned me in your delight, my lady. You will have to forgive my poor breeding.”

The Raven dipped a leather-clad finger into the flooded depths of me, making a point to make loud, wet, sloppy noises to accentuate his point. “Highness, I don’t think the slut minds, as she’s positively drooling for you.”