Page 91 of Revenant

“So fucking wet for me. For him. Do you like that he’s watching? Unable to touch you or himself simply because you told him not to?” One of Elias’s hands leaves my hip, circling around my waist until he finds my clit.

I cry out from the pleasure. “You take me so well, Alicent. Like your perfect pussy was designed to take my cock, gripping me like it was made specifically for me.”

“Elias—I’m...”

“Come for me, Alicent. Cover me with your pleasure.” He pinches my clit, and that’s my undoing. I scream from the pain, from the pleasure, my powers thrumming in my bones, begging for a release of its own. My eyes never leave Koen’s as Elias works himself through my orgasm.

“Fuck, I wish you could see this.” Elias groans through his next deliberate thrust.

“See what?” I pant, trying to keep myself steady.

“The way your pussy so eagerly takes me in. Giving me every last drop of your release.” I shutter from his words, and Koen looks about two seconds away from chucking the phone from across the room.

Elias pulls out of me, and already, I find myself missing the connection. Everything aches, my body feeling fatigued aside from the pulse of power still rattling for an escape route. Quickly I get to my knees and turn around, not giving Elias enough time to question before I take his length in my mouth.

He moans, hands instantly fisting my hair. I peer over at Koen, releasing Elias from my mouth, only to stroke him with my hand. “Since you were such a good boy, stroke yourself with the same speed as I suck him. Imagine it’s my mouth around your cock,” I tell Koen, unable to contain the smile as he props the phone back up, fisting his dick out of his boxers.

“Fuck yes,” Elias murmurs, head thrown back with my new instructions.

“Go any faster than I do, and you won’t finish at all. Got it?” I quirk an eyebrow.

“Whatever you say, love.”

I make sure to keep Koen in my peripheral as I adjust, taking Elias into my mouth with slow, unrushed strokes. His grip tightens in my hair, like it’s taking everything in him not to take matters into his own hands.

I use my hand to cover what my mouth can’t, unable to stop the slight gag as he pushes a little too far.

He looks down at me, lust and pleasure in his eyes. “You’re fucking perfect. A masterpiece with tears in your eyes, gagging around me.” I hum with the praise, and I look over to make sure Koen’s speed matches mine. Unintentionally, I stop moving, and much to my surprise, his hand is paused around the head, as if he truly stopped the moment my mouth was no longer moving.

I cover Elias’s length hungrily, hollowing out the sides of my cheeks, while my tongue curves to fit the shape of him. “Fuck, just like that.” As if he can’t contain it any longer, he takes matters into his own hands and picks up the pace. I let him, loving when he takes control over me.

Koen matches our speed, and both of their heads kick back, and I hum around Elias with approval. He tries to pull out at the last second, but I dig my nails into his thighs silently telling him it’s okay.

His release hits the back of my throat, and I drink it eagerly, all while watching Koen’s orgasm hit seconds later, and I begin to wonder what it would taste like—feel like—to have them both inside me.

I pull from Elias, making sure to suck one last time on his tip, causing him to jerk forward. The bed dips before he disappears into the bathroom, and I reach out to grab my phone from the dresser.

Plopping back onto my back, I stare at him with fascination. “Did you enjoy the show?” Elias pads back into the room, washcloth in hand. Wordlessly he spreads my legs, using the warm rag to clean up the mess he made.

“Probably the best program I’ve watched in ages,” he admits, and I roll my eyes at his absurdity. “But next time, it doesn’t matter what you say, I will be in that room with you.”

“Not unless I say so.” My tone has a bit of a bite to it, and he receives it well.

“Noted, love. Is he taking care of you?”

I flip the camera around so Koen can get a full view of a naked Elias, wiping away the blood and arousal that’s threatening to stain my skin. “You think I don’t know how to take care of a lady?” Elias quips, playfulness in his tone.

“Never hurts to double check, no need to get your panties in a twist.” I turn the camera back, a yawn escaping me. “Now maybe you can finally get some sleep,” Koen suggests, already finding a spot on his bed.

Elias picks me up like it’s nothing, and I guess to him, it’s not. He places me back into my spot against the pillows, covering me with the blanket before taking my phone from me once again.

“Hey–”

“She’ll talk to you later. She needs some sleep. Or did you forget, our favorite little witch finally agreed to help us in our time of need.” And with that, he hangs up. No mercy with this one tonight.

Despite the lying and deceit when I first arrived, I could no longer stand by and not help them. It’s no secret they’ve all grown on me, but it’s not about the sex, or the emotional connections I seem to be forming with each of the guys. At the end of the day, it would be selfish to stand by and watch them all struggle to regain their freedom when I might be able to help.

“That was rude.”