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Hywel had used my ass earlier in the night when they were still trying to exhaust me into slumber. I was tender and a little sore, but only enough for the press of the blunt tip to start a warm and needy awareness. Laszlo's hand replaced Hywel's, and the dragon pulled away momentarily, stiffening cocks bobbing between my legs. He returned with another bottle of oil, grinning and pouring the liquid generously over his cocks and into his hand.
"You really have the most exquisitely formed legs," Hywel murmured. "Lift them high for me, there's a good girl."
Laszlo and I both gasped as Hywel stroked his cock, my ass, even my pussy with the oil until every inch of us that touched was slippery and warm and sensitive. He pulled Laszlo back to my hole, and the oil, gravity, and a little buck of the gryphon's hips did the work. I released a wavering cry at the sharp stretch, but it softened quickly, my body so cheerfully familiar with these men.
Hywel pressed his thumb inside of my cunt, fingers stroking my sex aimlessly, and stared down at the pair of us. Laszlo was moving in a shallow mimic of a wave, rising gently into me. My legs trembled in the air, tired and weak and overwhelmed by the dense pressure of my ass being filled. Hywel caught one before it fell and smiled at me, bright and shining.
"Laszlo, you next," Hywel said, and then he pulled his hand free of my sex and grabbed Laszlo's softly furred calf, pushing it back, folding the gryphon slightly and changing the angle of his cock inside of me. This time we both cried out, barely covering the sound of Hywel's laughter. "Pretty holes. Pretty loves. My treasures. I've been desperate to do this since the pair of you fondled me in the hoard."
"I'm surprised it took you this long," Laszlo said, voice ragged, body still nudging sweetly into me. His hands guided my legs to rest over his, stretching me open wider, my breath catching on a whimper. Laszlo's head turned and his voice softened, pretending to whisper in my ear. "Hywel's not known for his patience—Oh!"
Laszlo yelped, his arms latching around me and hips bucking roughly up as Hywel grabbed us both around our thighs, hauling us to him. The tip of his cock nuzzled and rubbed and slid against me, but it was Laszlo who received the abrupt plunge, and it made the gryphon go taut and wild beneath me.
"Some things are worth waiting for," Hywel said, winking at me as Laszlo shuddered and settled. "Are you ready,blodyn bach?"
He was moving gently into Laszlo, his upper cock rubbing against me, and I joined him in the motion, riding Laszlo's cock, stealing the friction from Hywel, the pair of us tormenting our gryphon lover. Poor Laszlo was trapped beneath me, filled and clasped and surrounded. His breath was ragged in my ear, full of little sighs and grunts.
I was jealous.
"Fuck me, King of Dreams and King of Clouds," I said, just barely loud enough to be heard.
Laszlo groaned and nibbled on my lobe, but Hywel just beamed that sharp and feral smile down at me. He reached down, and the slick stroke of his cock became a thick and determined plunge that stole my breath from my lungs, left me still and tense, marveling at the sudden possession of my body.
So exquisitely full. Such incredible, dense pressure. My eyes squeezed shut, and my body arched and braced for more.
Sharp teeth pricked at my breasts, jolting me. I gasped for air, and Hywel rolled into me, Laszlo echoing the motion with a long moan. Their hands pet and soothed and groped at my skin and I writhed between them, a compulsive need tomoveandfeel.
"You're perfect, Evanthia," Laszlo whispered in my ear, his hands stroking over my legs.
"Divinely delicious," Hywel hissed, fangs scraping delicately over my nipple.
I whined and squirmed, rocking between their cocks, one hand flying back to dive into Laszlo's hair, another reaching to grasp Hywel's ass and pull him closer.
"So beautiful, sotight, my go—" Laszlo's praise died off with a choked sound of pleasure.
Hywel's hand reached to my cheek, rubbing there until I opened my eyes again to firelight and the dragon hovering over me, body close and taut, so deep inside of me and barely moving. His gaze glowed as it held mine.
"You give your body so sweetly,blodyn bach," Hywel said.
I shook my head. I wanted fucking, not this…this assault of sweet lovers' words. "Hywel—stop, please—"
His hand on my cheek slid over to my lips, and I couldn't help but bite and suck on his digits. But with me muted, it gave him room to speak.
"Such a warm, loving treasure," Hywel said, his own voice growing rough. Laszlo's motions were urgent, fucking us both, forcing Hywel deeper into me, intous, a perfect tangle of our hips all fastened and circling for more friction, more contact. "Such a strong heart. Yes, you take us so well, don't you, myblodyn bach? You were made for this."
"Yes," I gasped, lost somewhere between their bodies and his speech.
"Yes, made to be loved," he said.
I snarled, trying to grab Hywel by his broad shoulders and pull his mouth to mine to shut him up, but he laughed. Laszlo caught my hands, drawing them back up over both our heads. Hywel gazed warmly down at us, and Laszlo's mouth sucked and laved at my throat until I could barely stand to keep my eyes open.
"You're ours to love now, dear one," Laszlo whispered.
I tried to open my mouth to object, but then Hywel touched me at my core, pinching my clit and making me yelp before treating it with gentle pressing circles.
"Our pretty, perfect mate," Hywel growled. He moved now, thrusting softly into us both, Laszlo panting into my throat.
"Please," I gasped, but I no longer knew what I was asking for. This wasn't sex for relief, wasn't wild abandon; it wasadulationand devotion, and I couldn't tell them to stop, couldn't beg them for more, either.
