Molun slowly fucked him with his fingers as Arvus came back to get them cleaned up. He added a couple of his own fingers, tangled with Molun’s. Slow and unhurried, they guided their fingers inside him, exactly what he needed to come down from the feeling of being stuffed fuller than he’d ever been in his life. They were so good at knowing what he needed.
He wishedso muchthat he could tell them everything, that they wouldunderstand.
It wasn’t until the fingers of Arvus’s unoccupied hand brushed the tears away that he realized he was crying.
“What’s wrong?” Arvus asked gently.
Trill nodded, sniffling into the fingers. “Mm’fine. So much. Good much.”
Arvus’s lips tipped up into a gentle smile, though there was still a trace of worry in his face, because he seemed to know Trill well enough to read that these weren’t completely happy tears. But Trill managed to summon a smile for him. This was so close to everything he wanted, and it wasn’t their fault that Trill was still that one step away.
Molun’s fingers brushed against his pleasure spot, and Trill shuddered.
One step away, but it was a completely insurmountable one. Trill needed not to be greedy. They were giving him so much.
Trill’s orgasm took him by surprise, and he arched as he came on those fingers. Arvus was prepared, because he had anothercloth ready to clean Trill up this time. He didn’t even have to leave the bed, so they all stayed cuddled together.
Trill leaned in to press a kiss to Arvus’s lips.
“So good,” he repeated, putting all his good feelings into the kiss.
Arvus’s face softened. “Good.”
Molun sounded half asleep when he repeated the words. “Good, good.”
Trill couldn’t imagine how anything could be better than this.
Chapter Nineteen
Cormal
Cormal had ridden away from the castle with a great sense of accomplishment. His horse, Fireball, hadn’t been on a long journey in ages and seemed raring to go. The air was crisp, and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. Yes, Cormal was bundled in his winter cloak and would prefer if it were summer, but he was just starting out on his journey, and itfelt bracing and… hopeful, somehow, like that dusting of white brightened everything, including his outlook.
Cormal knew he was leaving the castle in safe hands, and he was filled with purpose. He felt like he was ready for anything—a feeling which lasted until approximately three hours away from the castle, when Delana caught up to him with Kinan riding behind her.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
She shot him an unimpressed look. “What does it look like we’re doing? Trying to reduce the chance that you’re going to wind up dead, of course.”
He gaped at them. “What?”
Now they were both looking at him like he was an idiot.
“Your worry wasn’t about not coming back from a surpriseinspection,” Kinan said, his brow puckered.
Which. Oh. Maybe Cormal had been a little too clingy.
“I have to go,” he told them, trying to make them understand.
They just rolled their eyes.
“Of course you have to go,” Delana agreed.
“But I’m coming with you so you don’t wind up dead,” Kinan clarified.
Cormal stared. “What?”
“Renny would probably be better,” Kinan admitted, shrugging. “As a deterrent, I mean. But there was no way we were going to be able to sneak her out of the castle, and I was a little worried she might have just let them kill you. But I can be pretty persuasive, too.”
