I traced over the curve of Davik’s horn, then ran a finger down over his thick shoulders, across his rounded pec. He gasped, giggling a little as I touched the ridged muscles of his stomach.
Brogan smiled fondly. “He’s ticklish.”
My fingers slid around his cock, and we both gasped. He was hot, hard as stone, and so damn big. I ran my thumb through his pre-cum, then reached for his husband’s cock, stroking them both, exploring their shape and size. They were uncut, their foreskins sliding down to reveal gorgeous mushroom heads that I leaned down to lick, one at a time, moaning at the delicious taste of them, as Aeldryc moved behind me, fingering my hole open, hands slick with the oil he always had at the ready.
The taste was unreal. Like the best salty, earthy, animal thing, and the sheer size of it made my jaw ache in the best way. I took Davik first, tongue flicking his foreskin down, then swirling around the silky head, moaning at the flavor that hit my tongue. He tasted clean, sharp, almost bright, a hint of something like citrus under the salt, and he let out a feral little sound when I sucked him down, hard and deep, until the tip knocked against the back of my throat. I coughed, then did it again, greedy for it, so hungry for the taste that I forgot to be embarrassed about how fast I was drooling, spit and pre-cum mixing and running down my chin.
Brogan’s turn, and he was so thick I could barely get my mouth around it, let alone take him deep, but the challenge only made me want it more. I worked my lips down the length, using both hands to hold and stroke him as I sucked hard, swirling my tongue through his salty pre-cum.
When I lifted my head, Aeldryc was watching with heat in his eyes. “Brogan, lie back. Pip will ride you.”
Brogan lay back and I climbed onto the bed and onto him, and the scale difference was staggering. I knelt astride his stomachand the absurdity of my body on his body was staggering, even more than it was with Aeldryc, because the troll was thick everywhere, where Aeldryc was tall and lean, built for speed. Brogan laughed, a warm, rumbling sound that I felt through my thighs.
“You’re a small thing.” Wonder softened his voice.
“I can handle quite a lot, though. Aeldryc is as big as either of you.”
The weight of his cock pressed against my ass, thick and hot, and my body responded with a pulse of heat and want that made me grind back against him. Brogan groaned. His hands tightened on my waist.
Aeldryc was at the bedside, and he had Davik with him. He was stroking the troll’s cock with one hand while the other ran up the inside of Davik’s thigh, and Davik was breathing hard through parted lips, his polished horns tilted back. Aeldryc leaned up and kissed the troll’s throat below the jaw, and the candlestick on the nightstand rattled. His eyes were on me, on the thick cock ready to split me open.
Aeldryc settled against the headboard beside Brogan. Davik crawled over to him, taking his cock into his mouth. He was close enough to reach all of us, grabbing my chin and pulling me in for a rough kiss, then gliding his hand down between my legs to tease Brogan’s cock as Davik sucked his.
“He’s ready,” Aeldryc said, reaching over and dragging Brogan’s massive troll cock against my hole.
Brogan positioned himself beneath me. His cock nudged my hole and I sank down.
I lowered myself slowly. The thickness of him was blinding, a steady, splitting pressure that pushed the air from my lungs and replaced it with fire. My hips wanted to slam down, to take him all at once, but his hands held me steady, guiding the descent. He was controlling the pace, his grip firm and knowing, a silent message that this was something to be savored.
When I bottomed out on him, I couldn’t speak. The world narrowed to that single point of connection, so full that every nerve sang and the silver collar at my throat began to hum.
“Fuck yourself on that big cock,” Aeldryc said, skimming a hand over my thigh. “Show him how much you love to be stuffed full.”
I braced my hands on Brogan’s thick chest and lifted myself up, then slowly lowered myself again, feeling the muscles shift beneath his gray skin, and he thrust up to meet me with a control that was almost more impressive than Aeldryc’s. Maybe it was in the troll nature. Every stroke hit deep and I was loud about it. I was always loud, I didn’t know how to be quiet when I was being fucked this well, and the sounds I was making were bouncing off the stone walls of the inn room and probably carrying through the floor.
But then, the metal in the room had started to hum, so they’d hear us either way.
Aeldryc moved behind me. The bed dipped, his hand landed on my back, and Davik was in front of me, kneeling on the bed with his cock at eye level. I opened my mouth and took him in because I was greedy and desperate and there wasn’t a hole on my body that didn’t want to be filled tonight.
Davik’s cock was long and smooth, hot on my tongue, and he slid to the back of my throat with a groan that vibrated through his entire body. His hand found the back of my head, gentle despite its size, holding me steady while I sucked him. Brogan was still moving inside me from below, his pace quickening. I was caught between them, fucked from both ends, stretched and used and exactly where I wanted to be.
Then Aeldryc knelt behind Brogan’s head.
He leaned down and kissed the troll, their mouths meeting upside down as Brogan moaned into Aeldryc’s mouth and his hips stuttered beneath me. Aeldryc’s hand found Brogan’s horn and gripped it, using it as leverage to deepen the kiss, and the sheer audacity of that made my thighs clench and my breath go ragged and I nearly came.
Aeldryc pulled back from Brogan and looked at me, his gaze taking in my mouth stuffed full of Davik’s cock, then my body impaled on Brogan’s. His violet eyes were blazing and the silver chain at my throat was vibrating audibly now, a high, sustained hum that the trolls could hear, and every metal fixture in theroom was alive. The candle holders were trembling, the door bolts were rattling and the iron frame of the bed was singing beneath us.
“That’s my sweetheart,” he said, and his voice was wrecked, his composure cracked open, and beneath it was something raw and vast and hungry.
Aeldryc took the time to explore our bodies, moving around the bed, touching all of us. He ran his hands down Brogan’s arms while I rode him, then kissed Davik’s hip, his stomach, the base of his cock where it disappeared into my mouth. He pulled me off Davik by the chain and kissed me, tasting the troll on my lips, and the sound he made against my mouth was almost a growl.
He stood at the edge of the bed and Davik turned to him. The troll sank to his knees on the mattress, bringing his mouth level with Aeldryc’s cock, and looked up. Aeldryc grabbed the troll’s horn and guided him forward.
Davik took him into his mouth and Aeldryc’s head tipped back and every piece of metal in the room sang, a sustained, ringing vibration that resonated through the bed frame and the candlesticks and the belt buckles on the floor and the silver at my throat, and Brogan looked up at the ceiling with wide eyes and said, “That’s the iron mage thing, isn’t it?”
“Yep.” I was still bouncing on his cock, still losing myself in the beautiful pleasure of having my insides rearranged by a troll.
“That’s incredible.”
