Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Ossev eyes Neska. Neska blinks at Ossev and glances over at Zaroun. The corners of Zaroun’s mouth pull down with distaste.
“Or not. It doesn’t matter to me.” Perhaps it’s something they’ll like in time. Until then, I’m quite happy to greedily have them to myself.
I give the bowl to Ossev and dip my fingers into it, then reach over to stroke Zaroun’s cock with glistening hands. He groans, his body shuddering under my touch, and reaches for me. I let him touch me for a time, kissing him as I work his shaft, and then pull away. His hands trail over my back as I dip my fingers again, this time moving to Neska. The look he gives me is almost challenging, but when I lean in for a kiss, he cradles my face in his hands and reverently kisses me back. When I move to Ossev, Neska makes a noise of pure frustration, but he doesn’t stop me. I oil up Ossev too, my hands moving over his gorgeous cock and stroking it with slick, confident motions. I can’t help but reach for Neska again, and then I’m jerking both of them off while they touch me, my breath catching in my throat.
Zaroun kisses my shoulder, slipping behind me. “Now you, pretty one.”
Ossev’s eyes flare with anticipation and he sets the bowl of fragrant oil on the table, slicking his fingers as Neska runs a hand down my front. They touch me with gentle caresses and kisses until I’m quivering, and then Ossev’s greased fingers are skimming over my pussy.
“She’s so hot and wet already,” he says aloud. “Feel her.”
Neska drags his fingers through the bowl of oil and then touches me, his fingers competing with Ossev’s for dominance. I whimper as they touch me in tandem, hands moving over my clit and my folds, then stealing into my aching channel. My knees buckle and I lean weakly against Zaroun as they touch me, over and over, the only sound that of my ragged breathing and the whisper of my name on their lips.
“She is slick now,” Neska says, speaking up. “Turn her, Zaroun, so we can oil her other hole.”
And even though this was part of my plan, and I’ve been anticipating it from the start, I can’t help the whimper of need that escapes me. Zaroun’s arms are around me, his mouth on mine as he kisses me into distraction. Ossev runs slick hands up and down my flanks, then presses between my thighs, demanding that I spread wide for them.
I do, and immediately their hands are there, teasing and stroking my cunt. I make a choked sound against Zaroun’s mouth, clenching against their invading fingers. It feels so intense that I want to shimmy away…and I want to bear down on them at the same time. A hot mouth presses kisses to my buttock even as fingers press against the pucker of my backside. Burying my hands in Zaroun’s hair, I cling to him as even more fingers push into my ass.
“Touch her, Zaroun,” Neska is saying. “Feel how tight and hot she is back here.”
And then Zaroun is abandoning me, too. I bend over, helpless, as all three of them stretch and tease the entrance to my ass, preparing it for further invasion. The sensation of all three of them touching me like this is as stark as it is delicious, and the only reason I don’t fall over is because there’s a tight arm locked around my waist, holding me up.
“Spread her wide,” Neska commands. “Look at how good she takes all three of us. So very pretty, our anchor. So very willing, too.”
I moan. “Bed. Now. Please, my lords.”
A finger rubs in and out of my ass, teasing, but then they’re all slipping away and I’m being peppered with kisses once more. “Are you ready for us?” asks Ossev.
“All three of us?” Zaroun nips at my shoulder.
“In all of your pretty holes, sweet Yulenna?” Neska grips my hips and rubs his cock against the cleft of my backside, and it sends a bolt of sheer yearning through me.
I nod, beside myself with need. All I know is that I need more than teasing touches from the three of them. I need everything.
“Bed,” someone says, and I don’t know who it is.
In the next moment, the room shifts and shimmers and then we’re upstairs, the edge of the mattress touching my knees. I stagger forward, hands planting against the center of the bed.
“Look how eager she is,” Neska purrs. A hand strokes down my back, cupping my ass. “She’s hungry for all of us.”
“Yes,” I agree. “Please.”
It’s true. I can’t wait for more. I need this like I need air.
But when no one reaches for me, I whimper a needy protest and turn around to face them. “I want to be with all three of you, my lords.”