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I grabbed Anver, pulling him against me, because I had to kiss something. His mouth, his neck, and even down his chest. I felt him tense as I reached his belly, but I just made my way back up. One hand held me in place on my knees. The other learned the feel of his muscular body, taking in the new shape of him that I'd seen so many times, but had never truly felt.
The whole time, Zeal sucked at my clit, flicked his tongue across it, and then he added his hand. Two fingers pressed into my body, but his thumb teased the pucker of my ass. I bucked as he pumped his hand into me, and Anver held me still, giving me something strong and beautiful to brace against.
"This," Anver told me, his words a mere breath against my lips, "is what I long for, Nari. I want to be yours. I want to watch you feel so good. I think you're beautiful and amazing, and I want to be the thing you need - not what gets you off, but what you need more than that."
I stole another kiss, my body rocking in time with Zeal's hand. "I just want to love you," I told him, pressing my hand over his heart. "This kind."
Both of his hands grabbed my hair, and Anver kissed me so hard. Zeal flicked his tongue over my clit, then sucked at it, and I moaned against Anver's mouth. He drank it in, feeling like he was taking me in a way I'd never considered before. He savored my soul, not my body. He protected my heart and mind. He loved me, not the shell that carried my person around, and something about that felt overwhelming.
It wasn't just the desire filling my body with each thrust of Zeal's hand or suck from his mouth. It was deeper than that, more meaningful, and for both of these men. I wanted to give my body to Zeal and my mind to Anver. I wanted to split my soul between all of them, even the ones waiting in the other room. I could almost feel them, while Anver and Zeal were so very tangible. The heat of their mouths. The feel of their hands, touching me sensually.
The love of it all.
Because the higher Zeal drove my body, the thinner the line became between me and each of them. It was as if Anver became an extension of the god pleasing my body so perfectly. I knew I was panting. I struggled to hold back my whimpers of desire. I clung to Anver as Zeal drove me higher than I could imagine, and then I broke.
Anver's mouth took mine again just before the scream could come out. Zeal sucked just a little harder, making my body shudder as the climax controlled me, and then he gently eased back. His lips kissed my ass again. Then my back. I felt Zeal's legs against the backs of mine, and then he kissed my shoulder blade as his arm wrapped around my waist.
"You," Zeal purred against my ear, "are going to give our lover a show." He eased me up even more, until my back was against his chest and I could feel his hardness against my ass. "He's going to watch our lace merge on your body. He's not going to be shy. I'm going to love you without holding back, and you will take it all."
I shifted my hips, grinding my ass against his dick. "I like showing off," I assured him, moving just a bit more to get him into position.
Then Zeal thrust. He didn't push gently into my body. He buried himself inside me. My back arched as I felt the stretch, forcing my breasts forward while I reached back to grab at Zeal's shoulder. My elbow pointed at the sky, his mouth was right beside my neck, and his body filled mine completely.
Then he began to move. Slowly, he eased back before pumping into me hard again. I could feel my breasts bounce, and Anver's eyes dropped to enjoy the view. His palm found my waist, sliding over my belly and the dense lace there while Zeal continued to move. Each time he buried himself in me, my body jerked from the intensity, and I could feel my nipples starting to ache as they demanded attention.
Anver bent to flick his tongue across one. My body clenched at the rush of pleasure, and Zeal gasped, so Anver moved to the other side. This time he sucked at the tip, his efforts almost cautious, but I somehow knew this was the first time he'd ever wanted to even try. When Zeal thrust into me again, it pushed my breast deeper into Anver's mouth, and his tongue teased the hardened peak.
"Oh, she likes that," Zeal murmured, pausing to kiss my neck as he withdrew again. "Can you feel him yet, Nari? Close your eyes, my priestess, and forget about this world. Let us in, because love is more than what is on the outside."
I did, leaning my head back onto his shoulder even as our bodies rocked together. Zeal's thrusts became smoother, longer, and more consistent. Anver's mouth moved to worship the lace beneath my throat. No, the five snakes. He sucked at the skin there, flicked his tongue across it, and then kissed his way higher.
And when his mouth left my body to find Zeal's lips, I was right there with him. It felt like all of our tongues tangled together, swirling around each other, and sliding through each other's mouths. All of our bodies moved, Anver's muscles bunching as he shifted with us. My hand explored his chest, sliding around to his back, and Zeal gloried in the feel of it all.
Everywhere they touched me radiated with pleasure. Anver was like a rock, there to hold me in place, and not just on the bed. He tethered me to this realm while Zeal pushed me for more. My god filled the spaces between all of us, and it was more than mere carnal pleasure. There was a high to it, as if I'd fallen into euphoria, dragging all of us with me, and Anver could almost feel it.
Each press of bodies drove me higher. My mind could feel every sensation, from the heat of Anver's breath to the way my hair brushed across my back with our movements. With my eyes closed, each sensation became so much more, lighting a fire in my brain and burning all the way down to my skin.
Zeal's nipples were hard as they slid against my back. His lace was cool, more than the gaps between it. Anver's need to see us was there as well, seeping into my thoughts as if my own. He leaned back, shifting down to lie on the bed so he could just watch, yet his fingers traced swirls that appeared on my leg. It may as well have been his tongue, and I moaned at the pleasure of it.
"Harder," Anver begged. "Her body flexes each time, her breasts bounce, and your lace reaches higher. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
So Zeal thrust harder. His arm around my waist moved up to cup my breast and his other hand took the other side. The next time he drove himself into my body, he pinched at my nipples, tugging them even as he slid back, and I pressed into it. I also wanted just a little more, but there weren't enough hands, so I reached down to play with my own clit.
"That," Zeal groaned, "is why I can't resist you. Take what you want, my Chosen. Touch her, Anver. Touch yourself. Touch me. Let us be one. It is all I've ever wanted."
My eyes opened to find Anver lying diagonally before me. His hand slowly stroked his dick, making the skin strain as he toyed with himself, but his eyes weren't on my breasts. He was looking at my face, at the way my lips were parted and the god leaning in to kiss the side of my neck, and I finally understood.
Anver loved beauty. He loved passion. He wanted to be included, and for the first time, I could see what that meant. He didn't care about Zeal's dick sliding into me. He cared about the fullness of my lips, the color of my eyes, and the way my hair spilled across both mine and Zeal's body. He liked how it felt to touch himself, but he didn't get a rush of desire that came with another's touch. He wanted the raw friction, the reaction, and not the act. He longed for the emotional bond, because the physical did nothing for him.
But he loved stronger than I could've imagined. That was what I felt when his fingers traced my lace. Zeal felt the same, but he liked the physical just as much. Combined, locked together like this, I was smothered with their adoration, their approval, and their honest, open, unlimited love for who I was. All of me, both the good and the bad, the weak and the strong, and even the unsure.
They just loved me. Zeal worshipped my body while Anver treasured my soul, and I could feel them both. Each thought was like a caress, sliding against a part of me I couldn't name. Every glance and touch were sensual, driving me even higher. As I rocked against Zeal's body, I collided with Anver's heart, and he held me safe. They offered me everything, even if it wasn't theirs to give, and it felt so fucking good, I just wanted to give back.
My finger pressed, rubbed, and circled my clit. My hips rolled, taking Zeal a little deeper. My eyes caressed Anver, touching him in my own way, drinking in the beauty of this man no one else would ever have like this. I could see his dick swelling in his grip. I could feel Zeal's inside me. My own walls were clenching, my breath was coming out in hard pants, but I wanted a little more. I needed to see Anver's face. I wanted to feel Zeal's body cling to mine. I just needed them.
Anver gasped as that thought crossed my mind, and his eyes rolled closed. His fist began to move a little faster. Zeal matched it, keeping us all locked together in the way that only he could. My own hand was driving myself crazy, but I knew they didn't want me to stop. They wanted to watch me lose control as much as I wanted to see them, but I was so close. They felt so good, so different, and yet so perfect together like this.
Then Zeal pinched my nipples again, and I couldn't hold off. My hips bucked once before my climax hit, and all I could do was gasp at the intensity of it. Zeal's breath caught, but I refused to close my eyes. I wanted to see Anver with us. I wanted to share this in some way - his or mine. I wanted the three of us, however they'd take me, and that was the only reason I saw Anver's mouth fall open, his body twist, and his arm tense.
