Page 86 of Badmouths & Bards

“You okay?” Ameriden asked through gritted teeth.

“Yeah,” Tala grumbled, then whined. “Fuck, fuck, I need more. More, Casi!”

“Whatever my princess desires,” Casimine managed between pants.

He sunk further in at a pace that was cruelly slow. The long drag against Ameriden’s cock, the tight hold of Tala’s pussy—it was all so much. Casimine was near faint by the time his balls brushed Ameriden’s, even as his back strained to hold his weight back. But by some miracle, he was finally tucked inside Tala, pressed firmly against Ameriden.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Ameriden moaned.

“I—” Tala gasped. “Fuck, I need you to move.”

“No.” Casimine shook his head. “You need to get used to us first—”

Tala wasn’t taking no for an answer as she suddenly rolled her hips. The movement had both men gasping, Ameriden’s hands grabbing Tala’s ass to still her while Casimine shakily tried to hold his composure.

“Fuck you both, I’m done waiting,” Tala growled. “Casi, if you don’t move, I swear—”

“Fine,” Casimine hissed in frustration, the last of his control dissolving.

He pulled back, just enough for the tip to remain before shoving forward. That first thrust had Tala yelping, pussy fluttering around them both. Ameriden groaned again, filthy mouth already singing praises. The slick did a lot of the work, allowing Casimine to eventually move with little resistance. The heat grew with every grind, until Casimine swore every ounce of his blood was solely in his cock.

Sweat broke out between them, collecting down Tala’s spine and drawing Casimine’s mouth to it. He nipped and licked every bit of flesh Tala offered as his back bowed over them both. Ameriden’s hand reached farther, pulling at Casimine’s ass with every turn of his hips.

“Keep going,” Ameriden grunted. “We’re fucking her so well, Casi.”

“Ah, Amer!” Casimine groaned in return.

Tala whined again, hands lost in the sheets around Ameriden’s head. Every muscle tense, every thrust bringing them all closer and closer to the celestial. Pants and groans, sighs and bolts of pleasure pulled Casimine taut as he began to pound into Tala, cock battering along Ameriden’s with single-minded abandon. The obscene squelching between the three of them and the headboard slamming against the wall echoed throughout the room.

“Oh!” Tala gasped. “Oh, fuck, right there! Fuck me, fuck me!”

What little bit of self control Casimine had left quickly unraveled. The sudden rush of release hit him hard, but somehow he still managed to fuck his way through it. He thrust through Tala’s clenching walls, through the sudden wetness of Ameriden finding his own release. He moaned brokenly as the last bit of his release finally fell from his cock, soaking into his lovers’ skin.

“Fuck,” Casimine managed after a moment, body crumpled yet somehow still held aloft by his weak wrists. “Everyone okay?”

“Yeah,” Tala panted. “Fuck, that was good.”

“Hey, great makeup sex, babes.” Ameriden said.

Casimine rolled his eyes.

“Oh, my gods,” Tala groaned with annoyance.

Epilogue

The Tipsy Top was always the best place to be.

Tala was fully aware of how biased her thinking was. Until recently, all of her best memories had happened at the Tipsy Top Inn. She had won her first arm wrestling match there, had tried her first pint of Dragon Spit, and most importantly, she met what had been the most important person in her life.

Avelina.

When Tala had finally worked up the nerve to carry the opal on her, that’s when Avie’s voice finally came through. She sounded good—happy even as she asked to meet at their usual stomping ground. Of course Tala agreed, why wouldn’t she? They had a lot to talk about and, fuck, was Tala going to have a fun time explaining the two blue bards who insisted on going with her.

“And this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you both thought I was in love with her, right?” Tala asked as she began to walk backwards so she could eye them both.

Ameriden and Casimine wore heavy cloaks, but there was no magical glamour to disguise them further than that. Not to mention they had dressed nicely—not as ostentatious as their gala outfits had been, but way better than a casual night out. Tala couldn’t really complain about it either. She had grown to accustomed to Casimine’s pension for sheer clothing and Ameriden’s abs were always a treat for her eyes.

“No way,” Ameriden denied like the fucking liar he was.