My head is buzzing with that voice saying,fuck it. Do it.
But I still have enough sense to ask, “But you’re brothers...”
Kellen pulls me down to the base and rubs me in slow circles. I feel the sweet ache faintly but Roan is whimpering and panting.
“We are nothing,” Kellen corrects. “We were created, not birthed. There is no blood between us, though we are brothers by name. Father pulled each of us from a different need you had and built us to serve you. Without you, we are merely smoke and shadows.”
“We can wear different faces if that will ease your mind,” Lukan offers from his place in the armchair, casually stroking his cock, silver eyes watchful and hot.
I can’t think what to say to that. The offer is obviously the right choice, but which faces? And am I ready to watch them morph right in front of me into different people?
“I want your face. Your real face,” I decide.
“Not this time,” Kellen says briskly. “Think fast, my love. Aamon can only hold for so long and I’ll have to punish him twice if he cums when I have warned him not to.”
I realizeAamonis Roan. His actual name, and I can’t stop myself from tasting it on my tongue.
“Aamon.”
Roan’s eyes open to my face, big and pleading as Kellen — Ciaran — brings me halfway down his shaft before pulling back.
“Baby, please. You feel so good.” He whimpers when he’s made to take everything. “You look so good open and wet ... shit!”
He gives a violent shudder and scalding cum sprays my walls. The intensity of it, the inhuman temperature has me jerking as it burns.
Ciaran growls low in his throat with disapproval. He pulls Aamon out of me, along with a small flood of semen that splatters across the carpet.
“Aamon,” he sighs like he’s caught a misbehaving child leaving fingerprints on the TV.
Flushed with embarrassment and trembling, Aamon swallows. “I didn’t mean...”
To the delight of every twisted nerve ending in my body, Ciaran fists all that beautiful hair and wrenches Aamon’s head back. The deep, weak whimper from him is nothing to the absolute focus on the other man’s face as he dips his face just close enough to make me catch my breath.
“You will make this up to me later. Understand?”
Aamon gives a bob of his head that seems to satisfy the other man as he releases him and turns to face the figure watching the entire thing with sly amusement.
“Your turn.”
But I have other questions. “Why is your cum so hot?”
“It has to melt anything stopping us from putting a baby in you,” Lukan says, pushing to his feet. “It’ll cool down once we get you knocked up.”
My jaw drops, but no one’s paying me any mind as places are swapped. Ciaran claims the abandoned seat fully clothed and pulls a naked Aamon into his lap.
I shouldn’t enjoy the sight of them together like that the way I am. I know my brain has a lot of processing to do. I’m failing at it, at the moment. But I think it’s not supposed to feel as normal as it does. It shouldn’t feel like I’ve watched them like this a million times before.
It shouldn’t turn me on when Ciaran forces Aamon’s legs over both of his and pulls him back against his chest with a giant hand around Aamon’s throat.
“Aamon is right. You belong like this.” Lukan aligns his thick head and pushes in. No foreplay. Not waiting. “I used to stare at your cunt while you sat on Father’s cock. Your belly swollen from his knot. He’d finger your clit while discussing plans with his army. He’d make you cum right in front of everyone, whimpering his name over and over. Legs kicking, pussy milking him.”
I can almost move my hips, almost meet and the hard, angry thrust that fills me with the tiniest pinch of pain.
“Our perfect queen,” he grunts, taking my hips and driving me down on him. “You would sit there for hours, drenching Father’s lap.”
The image is so clear as he drives himself inside me with hungry thrusts. Me, legs wide around thick, muscular thighs.Pussy wet and swollen, stretched around a familiar knot. I’ve cum so many times, he’s soaked. My lips are shiny and I’m cumming again.
“That’s it, my queen. Let them see who you belong to.”One clawed finger strokes my twitching clit and keeps going even after I’ve stopped shuddering.“Did you count how many times you’ve milked your king’s seed into your womb?”
