It was. Watching Aeldryc get his cock sucked was devastating in a way that made me want to come right there. I never saw him from this angle, and at once I understood why he enjoyed watching me get fucked. His composure was gone and his hips moved in slow, controlled thrusts, feeding himself to the troll’s eager mouth, and his face was stripped bare. His eyes were half-closed, his lips were parted, and a flush crossed his cheekbones that I had only ever seen when he was close.
Brogan gripped my hips and drove up into me harder. He was getting close too. I could sense it by the way his rhythm broke, the way his fingers dug into my skin, and by the ragged edge of his breathing. I braced my hands on his chest and rolled my hips and clenched around him and watched his face contort.
“Fuck,” Brogan said. “Fuck, little one, I’m—”
“Inside me,” I said. “Please. I want it. Fill me up, he likes me dripping with cum.”
He came with a sound that shook the bed. Deep, shuddering thrusts, his hands clamped on my waist as his cock pulsed inside me, hot and thick, flooding me until my toes curled and my back arched. He kept coming, a seemingly endless surge that left me so full I was leaking around him. When he stopped, he was panting, and still buried deep.
Aeldryc pulled out of Davik’s mouth. He was hard, slick with spit, and his eyes fever-bright when he looked at me.
“Off,” he said. “Davik’s turn.”
I lifted off Brogan. Cum slid down the inside of my thigh and I didn’t care, I was beyond caring, I was a wreck of sweat and need and the silver at my throat was singing. Davik caught me before I could collapse and turned me over, onto my hands and knees, and fitted himself behind me.
He pushed in. Longer than Brogan, a different angle, and I was already open and slick with Brogan’s cum and the slide was obscenely easy. Davik groaned and his hands gripped my hips and he started to fuck me with long, deep strokes that made my arms give out. I dropped to my elbows, face in the sheets, my voice breaking into a string of high, needy whimpers. Every rational thought was gone, replaced by a filthy, desperate hunger. This was what I wanted, and I was having the time of my life.
Aeldryc climbed onto the bed. He stretched out beside Brogan, and while Davik fucked me, Aeldryc gave the other troll slow, deep kisses, which Brogan returned with lazy, post-orgasmic tenderness. Aeldryc’s hand was on Brogan’s chest, stroking the gray skin, tracing the contour of his massive pectoral, and Brogan’s hand was in Aeldryc’s hair, and they were making out like teenagers while I was being railed by Davik three feet away, as Brogan jerked Aeldryc’s cock, with the skilled touch of someone who knew exactly how to bring a man off with the right twist of a wrist.
It was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen. My eyes stung with the sheer tenderness of it. My hole was full and filthy and very much enjoying this.
Davik came inside me with a shout. He slammed deep and held there, his cock pulsing, his hands bruising my hips, and his cum mixed with Brogan’s inside me and the fullness of it was beyond anything I had words for. My legs were shaking. The silver chain swung between my collarbones and hummed like a struck bell.
Davik pulled out and pressed a kiss to the base of my spine before he moved away, and it was such a tender gesture from someone who had just fucked me senseless that my chest cracked.
Then Aeldryc was there.
He rolled me onto my back and looked down at me. I was sure I was a disaster—flushed, panting, cum leaking out of me, tears drying on my face from the intensity of it all. He brushed the tears away with his thumb and the look on his face was so full of care and hunger that I couldn’t distinguish between them.
“One more,” he said.
“Yes. Yes. Aeldryc, please—always need you.”
He pushed into me and I arched off the bed and grabbed his shoulders and the silver collar blazed warm against my throat and every metal surface in the room rang out. He was not as thick as the trolls, but his body felt like coming home, settling into a place inside me nobody else could touch. The feel of him sliding into the mess Brogan and Davik had left behind was so filthy, so intimate, and so claiming that it made me sob his name.
“Mine,” he said, and it was not a question, and it was not for the trolls’ benefit. It was for me.
He fucked me. It wasn’t fast or frantic. It was deep and deliberate, his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes open, watching my face while I gasped and shook and forgot my own name. On either side of us, Brogan and Davik lay propped on their elbows, watching, and the warmth of their bodies flanked us, their hands occasionally reaching in to stroke my thigh, my stomach, the curve of my hip. The four of us were a tangle of tender, obscene intimacy.
“Aeldryc,” I whispered. “I’m going to—I need to—”
“Come for me.”
I came. Untouched, from his cock inside me and his eyes on mine and the silver humming at my throat and the knowledge that I was full of three men’s cum and the man I was obsessed with was adding his own. I came so hard that my hearing went out and the room dissolved into ringing silver and the only thing that existed was Aeldryc’s face above me and the pulse of him inside me as he followed me over.
He came pressed deep, his mouth against my throat, his hand wrapped around the silver chain. The metal collar and chain sang between us. The candle holders stopped trembling. The door bolt went quiet and the bed frame stilled.
Everything was quiet except our breathing.
Brogan kissed me first. A slow, warm press of his mouth to mine, his big hand cupping my jaw with impossible gentleness. “Thank you, little one. That was a fun way to spend an evening.” He murmured the words against my lips. He kissed Aeldryc.
Davik followed. He kissed my forehead, which was so sweet it made my eyes sting again, and kissed Aeldryc on the mouth with a quiet “thank you” that was meant for both of us. He straightened and looked down at us, two thoroughly wrecked men in a thoroughly wrecked bed, and smiled.
“You two are something special,” Brogan said. He pulled on his trousers. “We’ve played with a lot of couples, but we might have enjoyed you the most.”
“Let us know when you’re next in town?”
“We will,” Aeldryc said. “And you’ll let us know when you’re in Feravael.”
