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“You should see yourself right now,” I say, hands roaming over the generous, tight flesh. “Your nature,” I prompt.
“You’d be charming if you didn’t talk,” she ripostes, panting in the aftermath of her orgasm.
With a chuckle, I slide two fingers inside her asshole. She lifts her hips on instinct, presenting her ass to me. “Such a compliant body you have. Can’t you see it’s made to be fucked, over and over?”
She glowers in response.
“You ought to thank Rath for making you come, don’t you think?” I wave at the duke, encouraging him to come closer. “That cunt is mine,” I say, for obvious reasons. It wouldn’t do to let her breed anyone else first. “But her asshole is just as marvelous, my friend.”
Rhea gasps, lifting her torso and turning to us. I press a palm between her shoulder blades and hold her down. “Relax, darling. You recall Vess’s advice. It’s so much easier when you let it happen.”
She doesn’t, of course. She attempts to lift herself up, turn again. “I’m not ready! I can’t—”
“You can,” I soothe. “You will. Just breathe.”
Rath climbs in front of me, now free of his pants, and brings a hard cock at her higher entrance.
She’s done jerking around, but she whimpers a plea as he presses in slowly, giving her time to adapt to his girth. He’s almost as long as me, and thicker yet, which is bound to make her feel much fuller. I wait until he’s entirely seated inside her to unsheathe my own cock and press it at her pussy.
That makes her jerk up to her hands and knees. “No! No, no, no, you can’t possibly both fit in—aaaarh!” she screams as Rath brings his hips out, then back inside.
The sound, which started as a protest, morphs into an astonished moan.
I laugh. “You were saying, Rhea darling?” I keep my thrusts shallow, because Rath certainly isn’t.
He sinks in and out of her with various grunts, pants, and the occasional howl.
Rhea’s so overcome with all the sensations she doesn’t even manage an insult. I can’t blame him. The friction on either side of the thin wall between her holes could drive anyone out of their godsdamned minds. Our clashing rhythms find harmony when I gain speed, unable to help myself—the smothering warmth of her ever-tightening, drenched vise is a spell. I’m not in control. I don’t think I’d stop fucking her even if I died right this instant.
It occurs to me that I come, but my body and I don’t give a single fuck. We keep going. I never soften. If anything, I dive in harder as I spasm, pain needling through waves of rapture. Rath keeps ramming inside, though he’s as out of it as me, thrusts starting before they end, jerky, wild.
Neither of us dare to let go before she screams underneath us, thick, hot wetness joining the already formidable force of the pleasures crashing into us. When she releases us, we explode inside her together, letting her drain us of power, of our life itself.
Not a succubus.I guffaw as I fall on the bed, having the sense to roll off her—unlike Rath, who collapses right on her back.
She pushes her off him and I laugh harder.
We’re both heaving, barely holding on. Not Rhea. Her heartbeat is steady.Strong.
I know she won’t take anything but the most blatant evidence as proof, so I lift my hand and call to the blade at my belt, a few feet away. Normally, that would be natural, not costing me much energy, but she’s taken more than before. I’ll need to replenish in turn.
Still, her small dagger does fly to my hand. Amused by the synergy of it all, I lift the blade and thrust it into her chest.
I don’t aim for the heart, of course. Hers is in there. We’ll have to do something about it, one day. I plant it deep, past her ribs, cutting into her lungs, making damage that ought to be irreparable for a simple peasant.
She screams in agony, unaccustomed to pain. I withdraw the blade and leave it between us, before bringing my mouth to hers as she stares in horror at the blood pouring out of her wound.
She believes it to be fatal, the pretty little idiot.
When it closes faster than a heartbeat, she sits up, thunderstruck, horrified.
"Magnificent,” I conclude sleepily.
I don’t even mind when she punches my chest, repetitively, screaming at the top of her lungs.
I’ll never get tired of her.
I catch her hands and press my lips to hers. “Tell me I’m wrong again, consort.”
