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And just like that, he released the rope, and all my weight came down, impaling me to the very hilt on Brittle Spear. Every single ridge on the wide cock scraped across every nerve I had within me, and I exploded, screaming into the back of the gag as a savage orgasm rippled through me, shredding any higher thought I had ever thought I had. I existed only in the brutal pounding throb of my clit, the vicious clenching of my pussy as it clamped down on his cock and the tension within me that kept me shuddering from its power.

“Fuck her, Highness. Fill that pretty little cunt up with your cum, and if you’re a good boy, I might even suck you clean. Maybe.”

The sound of a chair being pulled up close to the head of the bed drew me panting, heaving, trying to draw air in past the gag and back down to reality.

He had the rope wound around his hand, watching me with a searing gaze that peeled away all the layers of protection I had once had and bore me naked of pretense into the pure carnality of this moment.

Brittle Spear groaned, took hold of my hips, and pulled from me only to slam into me again. Stars burst in tiny fireworks behind my eyelids as I closed them and hung on. His pace was brutal, every ridge of his cock stimulating places I didn’t even know could be stimulated. Every stroke was a masterpiece and nearly sent me over the edge again and again. I could barely hold on, could barely keep my head above the whirlpool of sensations swirling within me and pulling me deeper and deeper.

My eyes slipped closed, and I fell back into the sensation and allowed myself to enjoy the way my hips moved with him and against him.

Leather-wrapped fingers slid down my stomach, found my stretched, taut lip, and pinched it hard enough to have my eyes flying open to see him as he leaned over Brittle Spear.

He was whispering something in his ear, but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of my own wheezing breaths and pounding heartbeat. The faint sunlight from the window on the other side of the bed caught in The Raven’s hair as he watched me casting him in a halo of gold as he leaned down and kissed Brittle Spear with all the passion and desire I had wished so very much he would give to me.

The Prince shuddered beneath me, and I felt the hot drench of his cum coating my walls.

I had not come, though. For all the lead up and all the dancing on the edge, I had not been able to crest the hill and tumble into that deliciousness again. The Raven had stopped me from tumbling headlong into ecstasy with Brittle Spear, who pumped shot after steaming shot into my hungry depths.

The Raven and I watched each other as Brittle Spear did his best to gather his senses. A thousand conversations flew back and forth between The Raven and me, and neither of us uttered a single word. I asked him why, asked him to explain the logic of this, asked him to tell me what had just happened. But he only whispered silent adoration back with his forest-green eyes.

“You were not a good boy, Highness.” He tutted, looking down at him. “She only came a single time for you. I’ve had her coming for me for hours just by using my fingers and a blade. Perhaps next time.”

Something shimmered near the edges of Brittle Spear’s face. That same sense of a wig pulling up at the edges floated to me as The Raven worked to unhook my shackles from the rope then to gently ease my aching arms down in front of me.

He watched me the entire time, ignoring Brittle Spear as if he wasn’t even there. I should have at least paid some attention to the Fae, whose twitching cock was still buried within me. But the tenderness in which The Raven was working blood flow back into my arms, checking my fingers and rubbing at my shoulders, sent waves of innervated warmth flowing through me like the first gulp of whiskey on a cool evening.

The leather of his gloves roughed my hair as he tried to gently smooth it down before cupping my face to look in both of my eyes. “You okay, little bug?”

I tried to smile for him, tried to nod dopily to him, but all that happened was a new stream of drool slid free of my gag. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, only watched it glisten a diamond path down my chin and chest.

“At least let me clean up my mess before you whisk her away, Captain,” pleaded Brittle Spear from behind us.

His voice had changed, though. No longer was it a soft gentle breeze but a scratch in the back of someone’s throat.

“Do not look, little bug,” The Raven commanded, trying to hold his grip on my chin to keep me from turning my head.

But I didn’t listen. I should have, but I didn’t.

Leaning to the side, I peeped around his wide shoulders. To my horror, where once a beautiful copper headed twin to my friend had been, there was a grey-skinned Fae, whose ears were a little too long for his head and looked as if his skin was made of brittle, dried leaves leeched of all their glorious bounty of color. Where once midnight skies dwelled two silvery granite eyes with elongated diamond-shaped pupils lived.

I began to scream behind the gag, anger and shock welling up in equal measure. I tried to scramble from The Raven’s grasp, tried to dislodge myself from astride Brittle Spear, only for The Raven to hold me still.

“Hold still, little bug. He will release you soon. If you thrash about, the spines will dig in.”

“The what?!” I screamed into the leather gag.

“To be entirely fair to our dear Captain, my Pearl, he did warn you that I was part dragon. Or at least, that’s what we tell people.” A slow, indulgent smile crossed his lips. When he reached out to touch me, I recoiled. “I am sorry I couldn’t keep the illusion up, my Pearl. The feel of you wrapped around me was too much for me to concentrate through. Perhaps next time, though.”

I was going to bury The Raven under ten tons of rubble. I had no clue how I was going to accomplish that, but I would figure it out. My burning, wroth gaze met The Raven’s and held it. Letting him see and feel every ember that scorched through me. For his part, there was no apology in his eyes, just a strange sadness that almost bordered on regret.

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“Mmmm, she should be clear, Captain,” purred Brittle Spear as it felt like bubble wrap popped within me.

I shuddered at the sensation, not having to endure it for very long before The Raven picked me up off him and set me down to stuff me into my cloak. He was fast about the buttons, much faster than when he had first put it on.

“Do bring her back, Captain. She is the most intoxicating creature I have met in a long time. Next time, though, I would have her voice as well. Perhaps she can pick the face I wear for her to ride.”