I reached out, feeling the velvet heat of him as I dragged him against my boy’s needy hole, circling the opening until both men groaned, and I lined him up, guiding him into my boy.
He pushed in, and Pip cried out, and the sound went through me like a current finding ground.
It wasn’t pain. I knew Pip’s pain sounds; I had catalogued those too during the less gentle moments of our nights together. This was pleasure, the way Pip felt it when another man was buried deep inside him.
I squeezed his ass, spreading his cheeks and watching the man’s cock drive deep. Pip’s hole fluttered around him; the sight was an incitement.
Pip looked toward me, and I could feel him reaching for me through the iron I’d caged him in. “Oh fuck, oh god, oh—Aeldryc, baby—”
The first guard froze mid-thrust, eyes darting to me in alarm. I waved him on. Pip could say whatever he wanted. My name in his mouth while another man’s cock was inside him was not a violation. That was the point.
He was mine.
The first guard found his rhythm. I watched him take Pip with the increasing confidence of a man overcome by lust, his hips snapping forward, his hands gripping the iron bars for leverage. Pip was vocal, his words a continuous stream of desperate, filthyencouragement that made the other two step closer, moving to either side of my boy. Pip was still idly stroking their cocks, going from one to the other as best he could while being fucked senseless, and their hands began to roam his body, exploring him, encouraging him.
This wasn’t sharing. This was orchestration. Every shiver of his body was a note I felt through the iron, a symphony of pleasure conducted by my will. The control made my magic sing, and even as other men used him, through it all, he was still reaching for me.
“Aeldryc.” Pip’s voice had gone ragged, stripped of performance. “I need—I need you—please, I need to feel you. I don’t like not touching you.”
I was at his head in an instant, and the view was stunning from here; I could see the pale curves of his ass spread wide, the thick, slick shaft pistoning in and out of him, and two big cocks pressed together in his hand. I unlaced the front of my trousers and freed my cock, already hard, already aching with reflected sensation from the iron that held him. I stepped in front of Pip and cupped his face with one hand, tilting it up. His eyes were glazed, tear-streaked, brilliant with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
“Open,” I said, and he opened his mouth wide.
I slid between his lips, and the sound he made around me was a moan of pure relief that vibrated through my entire body. His eyes stayed locked on mine. He was being fucked from both endslike a little slut, holding a cock in each hand, and he was looking at me with a reverence that felt almost holy.
The first guard slammed in, and Pip jolted forward, taking me deeper. Pip’s eyes widened, that glazed over expression that he got when his orgasm neared.
I threaded my fingers into Pip’s hair and held him steady as my iron wound around his cock, edging him. He bucked, whimpering around me, eyes frantic.
“You do not come until I let you come.”
He made the poutiest expression a man with a mouth full of cock could make. But he didn’t tap out, and he didn’t use his safe word, even when I pulled out of him for a moment to check in.
Chapter 16
Pip
Themaninsidemeslammed in deep, forcing me forward on Aeldryc until the head of his cock bumped my throat. His thrusts were fast, more erratic, and I knew he was close.
“You want this load, little slut?” Aeldryc asked, and I nodded, never letting go of his cock. I needed to be touching him, and the feel of his iron surrounding me wasn’t enough.
With Aeldryc’s permission, the first man shoved in deep and stayed there, shuddering against me, pumping me full of his cum as he praised the tightness of my hole, the beauty of my body. Then he pulled out.
His cum, hot and slick, slid out of my hole and down the inside of my thigh, leaving behind a hollowness that made my body clench around nothing, desperate to be filled again. The ironbands holding my chest shifted slightly, the metal reading the new angle of my breathing and adjusting so the pressure stayed even, stayed perfect. It was like being held by hands that knew exactly how tight to squeeze.
Because they were Aeldryc’s hands. The iron wasn’t an impersonal tool. It was alive with his magic. Through every squirm, every shudder, and every arch of my spine, it moved with me, adapting, cradling, holding me in exactly the position he wanted without a single point of discomfort.
Wide bands of metal supported my chest like a custom-fitted corset. Curved bands around my wrists and forearms let me flex my fingers and touch the two strangers’ cocks when they offered, but never slip free. Bracing bars against my hips and inner thighs kept my legs spread wide. Those held more firmly, executing his control, but even those were contoured to the shape of my legs. There was no pinching, no sharp edges, every curve was specific to my body. Even the loops around my ankles that held me spread were contoured to fit.
I was trapped in Aeldryc’s magic, molded into it, suspended in the center of a room full of soldiers, bent forward and spread open and dripping with another man’s cum—and I had never in my life felt so held.
The first guard stepped away, and Aeldryc pulled out of my mouth.
“Thank him for his cum.”
I blushed, turning to look at the man. “Thank you. That felt good.”
“You may leave,” Aeldryc said.
