“Sometimes,” Vaelith murmurs.
“Do you...?”
I motion to where Ciaran is forcing his giant cock into Aamon’s squirming body. Raw. Unprepared. And Aamon begging him not to even as he arches his spine in offering.
“Do I let them fuck me?” Vaelith finishes my blurry thoughts.
I nod and groan when Ciaran’s fat head breaches Aamon’s opening and Aamon cries out.
“I have,” Vaelith answers.
Fuck...
The image alone has me shifting and gushing around his cock. My hips roll and he cups my breasts when my back bows forward.
Six feet away, Malakar is on his knees, Aamon’s engorged cock in his mouth as Ciaran works with hard thrusts to get more of himself in. The lack of lubrication has Aamon’s face twisting with pain, but he’s meeting every pump, alternating between fucking and getting fucked.
“Malakar.”
No instructions. Nothing to elaborate. But Malakar dislodges his mouth off Aamon and pushes to his feet. He moves straight towards us. Me. I’m baffled until the cock inside me deflates and I’m hoisted off Vaelith.
Without my cork, the amount of cum that spills free leaves a trail as I’m led to where Ciaran has pulled Aamon to the ground. His back is to Ciaran’s chest, ass fully impaled on every inch of cock. And it’s a lot. Standing over them, peering down at the state of Aamon’s raw and swollen channel forced to take Ciaran’s ridiculous size has me shivering.
“Get on, sweetheart.”
Malakar motions to the purple dick leaking across Aamon’s abdomen. He even holds it up for me to straddle and guides me over and down.
Aamon huffs and shudders as I settle in place. His chest rises and falls in rapid pants under the palms that I settle on his chest while I lean back.
We both groan as I take him those last few inches. Beneath him, Ciaran grunts and pushes up with his hips. It takes a second but I fall into the rhythm. The rise and fall. I mirror his every drive in Aamon’s ass by sliding down and pulling up when Ciaran pulls out. It becomes a natural motion of our bodies. A dance we’ve done a hundred times before. It’s so familiar and perfect that when Malakar pushes me forward, I don’t resist.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” Aamon breathes into the mouth I close over his, bracing myself for the first prod of Malakar’s fingers against my back entrance.
He tests the tight ring, but he must have realized it wouldn’t work when he skims down to where I’m already full and forces his fingers in around Aamon’s cock.
“Fuck, Mal!” Aamon snarls over my wail.
“Did you want me to pull you out first?” he grumbles. “She’s already so wet in this hole. Fuck sakes,” he gripes a second later when he can only fit two fingers.
Aamon is pulled out of my channel and Malakar takes his place. His cock pushes with painful ease in, smearing my and Vaelith’s releases all over his shaft.
“Hurry up!” Aamon snaps.
“Keep being an asshole and you can stay out,” Malakar shoots back.
“Stop bitching, both of you!” Ciaran growls from below. “Or I’ll ass fuck both of you and make you lick it off.”
That seems to shut them up.
Malakar gives a few more long, deep thrusts before pulling free and returning Aamon inside me. His fingers — sticky — take my hips and guide me back.
Out of curiosity, I glance back to where Vaelith is sitting where I left him. He’s in his usual form, a tangle of roots and vines. There’s a faint halo of red in his eyes as he watches me take Malakar’s cock in my ass. As he watches my unused channel expand and stretch. Pull wide around the fat head with weirdly too much ease, given I’ve never had more than his vines in there. But it squeezes in, grinding against Aamon’s through the thin membrane that has all three of us giving different expletives of pleasure.
Vaelith hasn’t tucked his cock away and it sits against his abdomen, a shiny, monstrous beast still soaked with our earlier fucking. My muscles contract at the memory of him on top of me in that wild form, knot shuddering and drowning me in cum.
I spasm and soak Aamon as Malakar drives the last few inches and settles home. His arms pull me back against his chest. He grips my throat with one hand and fingers my clit with the other. Aamon is in his element, hands on my breasts. Despite the uncomfortable weight, the pressure of being so full, I take them both the way I know Vaelith wants me to. I ride them, never once breaking eye contact with my husband as he watches me get tag teamed. His hard, hungry stare should be bottled for the way it makes my core leak and my inner ho come out in full force.
“Fill me,” I breathe, pumping harder with my hips.
