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I had already made them strip naked after I released them from the harnesses—the livery was really just part of the showmanship. I didn’t like bondage. I wanted to feel, touch, and experience everything I could. The more writhing and gyrating, the better.
Erik and Lars were quickly by my side, warm hot males pressing against me and enveloping me with need. Lars tongued my neck, my pulse, driving me crazy almost at once. Erik stroked me, caressing me, as his green eyes soaked in my nakedness. My eyelids fluttered open, and I noticed the eager Pip, his gaze saturated with lust, on his knees crawling backwards on my huge bed to make room for all of us.
Erik kissed me but I managed to have the wits about me to speak. “Bed.”
Somehow we made it there, collapsing in a pile of groping limbs and red satin. My robe was removed and hot, damp lips grazed my chest, sucking on a nipple as one elf headed south. Lars, I realized, as once more Erik claimed my mouth. Delirium made my vision haze as his tongue probed deep, dancing with mine. I reached out, seeking my third lover. I didn’t have to go far because wet heat closed over my left breast, teasing me with hungry licks.
Pip...there you are.
Lars put his talented tongue to good use. Spreading my thighs with confident hands, he wasted no time diving in. Already drenched from anticipation when his powerful tongue ran the length of my pussy, I threw my head back, breaking the kiss with Erik, and screamed.
Damn, the man knew how to dine at the Y. What? Did he write the book on cunnilingus?
Using his thumbs, Lars spread me open further, lapping and flicking his tongue hungrily over my hot, throbbing flesh. Pip moaned beside me, and I arched my chest into his mouth. Blinking rapidly, I looked down the creamy white length of my body to the caramel head buried between my thighs, rolling and spreading Christmas cheer with every lick. Pip drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and sending jolts to my pussy as Lars drove a finger into my juicy wetness.
Panting, I seized Erik’s head as he deliriously watched the goings on before him, and pressed his mouth toward my other tight, waiting nipple. Two mouths teased my breasts, both unique in their methods. Erik slow and savoring, Pip hungry and wild. Their hands, juxtaposed on my abdomen, one light, one dark, one soft and one calloused, both stroking to ignite the fire growing beneath.
I came, and I camehard, in a blinding burst of flames that put the comet-trail of Santa’s sleigh to shame. But still they didn’t stop. They devoured me with their need—a need increased by the magic of my demigod-powers. One of the perks of being a goddess of my station, sexual inhibitions dissolved into wanton lust around me. Eyes clouded with passion, I tried to get enough air into my lungs to breathe, to relish the fading orgasm. I knew another wave approached when Lars sucked my clit and probed his fingers deep, fucking me mercilessly.
My breasts ached for more, or to make the two men pleasing me stop. I didn’t know. I shook my head wildly from side to side, gasping, clutching at warm flesh and silk sheets. I could feel the hard, smooth bodies pressed tight against me, each elf holding my thighs open so Lars could go deeper. The longing pulse burning in my core flared again, and I cried out to some god somewhere to make it last forever.
Chuckling, Pip pulled back with an audible, wet suck.
“You’re so sexy,” he breathed, his blue eyes locked with mine.
I caressed his face and he pressed his cheek into my palm, purring like a kitten. Still basking in the continuous torture Lars inflicted upon me with that wicked, clit-licking tongue, I glanced at Erik. The Dark Elf raised his head from my breast when I touched his cheek, scooting up the bed to kiss me long and deep. I stroked his face with my free hand, loving the scratch of stubble on his jaw, and the powerful way it flexed beneath my hand as we kissed. Drawing back for breath, I used my hold on Pip and Erik’s faces, to lead them toward each other.
Smiling, Pip leaned in for the kiss both he and I wanted. Erik flinched and darted a questioning look at me. Asking permission to say “no” or to thank me, I’d never be sure.
Pip stuck out his tongue, flicking it over Erik’s lower lip, teasing him. This time the Dökkálfr didn’t flinch. When those strong, masculine lips I’d just tasted joined with the pretty, pink mouth of the Ljósálfr caressing my belly, Lars sucked on my clit and orgasm hit me hard. I screamed out in shock and joy.
Lars tirelessly ate my pussy and I came down partially, riding the crest of pleasurable pain. The French call an orgasm “the little death,” which right about now seemed pretty accurate. As Pip led Erik down a new road of masculine pleasures and manly kisses, I swore I’d pass out from the euphoria of release.
With a hungry groan, Erik shifted. The hand keeping my thigh open reached frantically for Pip’s face. He pressed his weight on me and deepened the kiss with Pip. Pip moved, too, and soon they were both on their knees above me, kissing madly.
Fuck, I loved watching men kiss each other.
Nothing hotter.
Erik, the less experienced of the two, kept both hands tight on Pip’s face. I wondered if he feared what his hands might do, what they might touch if he let go. Pip, however, played with my nipples, splaying his fingers back and forth over my chest in a sensual, swirling pattern while his other fist gripped Erik’s long, hard cock. The Dökkálfr buckled over, gasping and hissing at the unexpected contact.
Pip started jerking off Erik. Boneless, and aching from Lars and that talented tongue of his still driving me mad, I watched the Dark Elf give into the sinful delight of another man stroking his meat. Erik’s head fell back, his abdomen rolling, as he gasped for air. He used Pip’s white, slim shoulders to hold himself up but kept his eyes squeezed closed. Pip worked him over, stroking him faster and faster, the man’s pre-cum making his hand glide easily. My vision teared as Lars licked and sucked me, unknowingly keeping rhythm with Pip’s motions on Erik’s dick and my erratic pulse.
With a strangled cry, Erik came, bursts of hot cum spraying my belly and coating Pip’s hand. The carnal sound and the decadent scent of warmed chocolate made me come again, swelling and pulsing against Lars’s mouth.
As Erik came down from the high of his release, Pip smiled at me. He bent over and kissed me. Not the powerful manly kiss of the Dökkálfr, but the sweet, tender kiss of a lover. When Pip’s mouth made its way lower on my body, Erik shaking above us, I knew his destination.
“Want,” I breathed as he lapped up the warm cum on my belly. “Share....”
Fuck, I could hardly speak as Lars ate me, never ceasing in his wild devotion.
Pip slithered up my body, unfolding his tongue and feeding me the delicious chocolate-flavored spunk. I sucked his tongue clean.
Mmmm, like warm cake batter, sweet and delicious.
Erik, mouth gaping in post-coital delirium, caressed Pip’s blond head as he shared the delicious cum with me. As Pip continued to alternate cleansing my belly and feeding me, he dry humped my thigh, his hard little prick leaking all over my skin. The scent of sex and peppermint filled the air. Combined with the chocolate kisses, I welcomed the decadent treat.
To my surprise, Erik cupped Pip’s chin, silently demanding to taste himself.
