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“You feel so good, ágapi,” Liam rasps. He picks up his pace, slamming mercilessly into me over and over.
Gus is finally all the way inside my ass, but with the ferocity of Liam’s thrusts, he barely moves.
“Fuck. I’m going to… so good… I can’t—” Cutting himself off, Liam curses as he rams into me as hard as he can.
“I love you, Liam,” I cry out.
His cock jerks inside me, and I feel his hot cum painting my insides.
“Love you, too, ágapi.” He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. “Always have, and always will.”
His puffed breath fans across my lips, tickling me. I lick my lips, wetting them before fusing them to his. He tastes of mint, and oranges, and that unique taste that’s purely him. Liam kisses me like he’s a man starved, and I return with my own fervor.
I whimper when Liam pulls out of me and lowers me to my feet. I sway as I try to regain my balance, which is hard to do when you feel boneless, are blindfolded, and huge as a house. But before I can ask for help, the blindfold is ripped away.
Even though the room isn’t particularly bright, it feels almost too much now that I can see again. I blink so many times I lose count, trying to get attuned to the light.
“Are you ready for me, Nereid?” I don’t get the chance to answer before Kai takes Liam’s place, immediately lifting me up. His dark, hooded eyes lock onto mine. “Because I’m ready to fuck our wife.”
Hearing them call me that always does something to me, and I shiver with delight.
Looking down, I take great pleasure in watching my blood smear across Kai’s side. He runs a hand across my inner thigh before fisting himself, spreading the blood to his cock. What a magnificent sight.
“Always,” I moan as he pushes all the way inside me.
Mine and Liam’s juices are the perfect lube, and it’s sexy as hell to know it’s our combined essence that made it so easy for Kai to slip inside me.
While my first husband bends and latches onto my tit, sucking my nipple between his teeth, Gus begins to move. Clenching my hips hard, he slowly moves in and out of my ass.
I cry out in ecstasy as Kai bites down on my areola. “Yes…” I hiss air in between my teeth as my husband adds more pressure. “Shit… that feels…” Throwing my head back against Gus’ chest, I moan loudly.
Liam moves closer, and as soon as Kai releases my tit, my consort takes over. He engulfs the globes in his big, tattooed hands, squeezing them painfully hard. I try to move between Kai and Gus, but in answer to my impatience, they close in on me from both sides until I’m sandwiched between them.
Finally, they begin moving. Their pumps are a perfectly coordinated dance, one that’s choreographed by my sounds of pleasure and movements. Every time I attempt to tilt my hips, they both stop. But whenever my moans grow louder, they move faster. I love this game of will that I can’t possibly lose.
I huff in annoyance when Liam removes his hands from my tits. “Don’t stop touching me.” I don’t care that my voice is needy. There’s no need for pretenses, and I really don’t want him to stop touching me.
Rather than answering me, my consort bends down and when he stands back up, it becomes clear what he’s up to. “I’ll touch you with this,” he grins, showing me the knife in his hand.
Just as he says that, both Kai and Gus bottom out inside me at the same time, making it really hard to think. Luckily, no one is looking for me to do or say anything. My sole job is to take, to take and enjoy—which, let’s face it, is more akin to being worshiped than work.
“Give me some space here, guys,” Liam chuckles. He’s trying to get access to my tits again, which is almost impossible with the way the other two are plastered to my front and back.
“Yes,” I say around a moan. “Give him… oh shit… give him some space.”
“I’d prefer not to,” Kai groans.
Then he kisses me hard, but I barely get to taste him before he gently nudges me backwards towards Gus, and once he moves one hand to my shoulder, my husband leans away from me.
Liam slides the knife between my tits. “Don’t ruin my ‘A’ from Gus,” I say. Rationally I know my consort wouldn’t ever do that, yet I felt the need to say it. “Or my pretty scythe and clock tattoo.”
After our marriage, we all got matching tattoos. Well, Kai already had his, but the rest of us needed ours. It’s a clock, much like the one in Kai’s office. The hands are scythe shaped, perfectly positioned on six and twelve. There’s no specific reason for six, but twelve is the amount of people on our council. Remus and Arthur with two Heirs each, Morgana and Lupa, plus the four of us.
“I would never,” my consort replies, sounding affronted.
“I know,” I say placatingly. Well, as placatingly as one can while being fucked by two dicks at the same time. “Are you finally going to cut your letter into me?”
Liam hums under his breath while running his free hand across every part of my skin he can reach. “Maybe. I just need to find a good spot.”
