I blink a few times then slowly, like a massive avalanche, reality floods in, obliterating my easy bliss and the heavy softness of sleep.
The day after tomorrow!
“We’ll have to redo the invitations,” I gasp. “The feast has to be sooner! And that blasted menu, I still think there’s too much honey. Oh gods. Arvi, kindly move yourself out of my body, please. I have things to do!”
He pulls out slowly, leaving me empty and dripping, and very much wishing for a repeat performance. When I see how hard he is, his expression quite contrite as he watches me, I take a deep breath.
“None of that is that important,” Khay says, offering me his half-eaten apple. “Breakfast? Take a bite and let Arvi fuck you again. I wanna watch.”
I weigh the apple in my hand, considering. Could I really dawdle a little? But the invitations!
“Sweet, Molly won’t mind if things aren’t absolutely perfect,” Arvi says, giving his wet cock a stroke. The skin is a bit wrinkled from spending hours inside me. I lick my lips, watching his hand move up and down the massive shaft.
“Come on, you’re already nicely stretched,” Khay says, taking the apple from my hand when he sees I’m not going to eat it. “Arvi told me how much effort it took. Don’t let that pretty pussy shrink yet. You need to make an Arvi-baby, remember?”
“Arvi-baby,” I huff under my breath, looking up at my knights. They both watch me with such intense anticipation, I can’t hold back a smile. “Oh, all right. But only Arvi. If you get hot and bothered watching us, Khay, you’ll have to take care of it yourself.”
“Already ahead of you.”
He stands up from the mattress and lowers his undone trousers. His hard cock is in his hand, and he strokes it, watching us expectantly. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
Arvi makes sweet, leisurely morning love to me, filling me to the brim. By the time we’ve all come, my knights are both deliciously sweaty, and I pull Khay in bed, so I can luxuriate in being surrounded from all sides.
Each day is happier than the last, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
