Page 17 of Ravished By the Ravens

Asher hears, rather than feels, Hanan slick up Magnus’s cock, and only when he feels it poke at his hole does reality dawn on him. He curls his fingers around Magnus’s shoulders and turns his face to lay his cheek against his chest. It takes some concentration, but he slows and deepens his breathing enough to feel ready.

With help from Hanan, Asher lifts his hips and sinks down on Magnus’s rock-hard cock. He feels as big as Hanan, but maybe slightly longer and thinner. But it’s equally overwhelming as he fills him up.

“You were right, you know,” Magnus gasps. “He’s perfect. Mind-blowing.”

Magnus shifts slightly underneath him, placing both feet on the bed and thrusting upwards into Asher’s body. He doesn’t leave much time for Asher to get used to his size, but moves fast and hard from the jump. The bed shakes beneath them, and Magnus’s breathing turns sharp against the top of Asher’s head.

More hands caress Asher’s body as Hanan moves closer behind them. He grabs handfuls of Asher’s ass and spreads him further. A thumb strokes his rim, applying pressure where he and Magnus are connected.

“Are you ready for more?” Hanan asks, hands slowly petting Asher’s flank.

“He’s looking all desperate again, sweetheart. I think you better say ‘yes’,” Magnus says, voice wrecked. “If you’re ready, of course.”

Asher moans, writhing on Magnus’s chest. “Please.”

“You heard him.” Magnus presses a kiss to Asher’s head as he reaches down and grabs hold of Asher’s thighs again. He spreads them further and locks him tight against his body. There’s no room to move now. Not that Asher wants to.

Hanan’s cock is hot and insistent as he presses it against Asher’s already full hole. The pressure against him is nothing like he’s ever felt before, and when Hanan starts sliding in, pain shoots up his spine. But he pushes it down through deep breaths and fingers digging into Magnus’s skin.

“Good boy.” Magnus presses more kisses to his head as he speaks, rubbing his thighs with his thumbs while keeping his grip tight around them. “You’re doing so well. Taking us so well.”

Hanan slides in slowly, stretching Asher’s body further than he’s ever been.

It’s agonizing and wonderful at the same time. Asher feels completely owned. Devoured by his shifters and fully surrounded. All he can think of is them. All he can feel is them.

When Hanan bottoms out, they all still, letting Asher breathe through the pain until it slowly morphs into pleasure. Hanan pets up and down his spine as he breathes, and Magnus whispers calming words to him. He can’t really hear them, but still feels their effect.

“I’m okay,” he gulps after a long moment, when the pain has dulled enough for him to want more. “You can move. Please.”

“You’re being so good,” Hanan says, bending down and trailing kisses across Asher’s shoulders. “So wonderful and perfect.”

Hanan draws out slowly. His cock drags against Asher’s rim, but with Magnus still lodged inside him, there’s no respite from the stretch. Then he pushes back in, and Asher releases a piercing moan.

They move in perfect synchronization. When Hanan pulls out, Magnus pushes in, never leaving Asher empty. And never letting him catch a break from the constant stimulation. They keep brushing his prostate, and keep sending shivers of need through his body.

His gasping breaths turn to cries, and Asher loses complete control of his body. It doesn’t take long for him to tip over the edge and sob as his cock erupts where it’s pressed between his and Magnus’s stomachs.

And the pleasure never stops. Hanan and Magnus never stop. They keep moving, keep speeding up and keep drilling into him.

Asher’s cock valiantly twitches between his and Magnus’s bodies, dribbling cum onto their bodies. Tears flow down his face freely as he sobs in pleasure against Magnus. He can feel both nothing and everything at the same time.

Magnus and Hanan swear and moan all around him. Their hands and mouths never stop moving and touching. Their hips never stop.

Instead, they speed up, thrusts growing erratic and wild. Unsynchronized in a way the two ravens never are.

They pound into him with abandon, chasing their own pleasure in the depths of Asher’s body.

Magnus tips over the edge first, holding Asher’s body to his chest with arms as hard as steel and moaning loudly in his ear. His groans take the same whiny edge as Asher’s within seconds as Hanan still moves behind them.

“Han,” he gasps, reaching down to grasp for Hanan’s body. “Fuck.”

And it’s like Magnus’s voice is a signal for Hanan because it only takes him a couple more thrusts to moan louder than before and fully collapse on top of them. Asher feels both shifters’ cum leak from his overstuffed hole and drip down his balls.

Hanan is heavy where he lies on top of him, compressing his body and making it hard to breathe. He squirms, whining for him to get off.

They end up in a pile of sweat, limbs, and drying cum. Another rather familiar position.

Labored breathing and beating hearts are the only sounds filling the silence for a bit, before Asher gathers his wits again. His ravens have almost succeeded in turning his brain into soup this time.