Closing her eyes, she sighed, and begged, “Yes, please, I want—” He cut her off with a soul-searing kiss that stole her breath.
Pulling back, Viltori looked at her as he spoke to Drahka. “I’m going to tongue fuck her mouth. You should do the same to her cunt.”
Before she could react, both men plunged their tongues into her body. Gasping, she drew Viltori’s tongue inside, sucking at the pointed flesh as if it were a cock. Drahka stabbed his tongue deep into her sex as he held her open. Her nether lips had cooled from exposure and his face brought shocking heat when he pressed close. Delaying this moment sent her senses reeling. Each man rammed his tongue into her repeatedly, doing as Viltori said, fucking her with rough aggression.
Drawing back, Viltori grinned and cast his gaze down between her legs. She followed suit. Drahka held her open with his strong hands, his tongue stabbing into her, making her squirm.
“That’s it, Drahka. That’s what she craves. Something hot and slick inside her.”
As if they shared some unspoken language, Drahka moved his hand so that he now held her open to his ministrations with one hand. Between flicks of his tongue, Drahka said, “I think she needs more, my teacher, something bigger than my tongue.”
“I agree.” Viltori nipped her neck. “Slide your finger into her.”
Doing as he was bid, Drahka slipped one big finger into her sex. Instantly her walls clamped around the digit. Now he used his tongue to tease her clit as his index finger slid in and out with a lazy rhythm. So sensitive had they made her with their teasing that she could almost feel the texture of his skin as he slipped inside her.
“Is her cunt sucking at your finger?”
Looking up, a possessive grin lifting one edge of Drahka’s mouth, he confirmed, “She’s tugging at my finger, trying to pull it deeper and crush it inside.”
“Wouldn’t that feel good around your cock?”
Moaning, Drahka nodded agreement, flicking his tongue up and down her lips, slipping the tip around his finger before he settled back on her clit. Deliberately he slid his thick finger in and out of her, increasing her need, her longing, until she thought she would pass out from her inability to breathe.
Pressing his mouth right to her ear, Viltori whispered, “I want to shove my cock into you so hard your head flicks back.” Her moan of longing only encouraged him to continue as Drahka followed the beat of his words with his thrusting finger. “I want to ride you slow and steady until you scream for more.” Somehow, his words caused the wires around her nipples to vibrate in tune with the rumbling bass of his voice. “I want you to cream around my prick, gushing out each time I press deep.”
Breaking his steady rhythm, Drahka lifted his head and growled, “You do have a way with words, my teacher.”
Viltori smiled, then tweaked the wires around her nipples until they vibrated so swiftly they hummed. Waves of longing rushed along her body, centering in her core, causing her to gush around Drahka’s finger.
How Viltori knew, she couldn’t comprehend, but he knew that she needed more than Drahka’s lone finger. “Despite how big his finger is, it isn’t big enough to fill that emptiness in you, is it Bithia? You need a big, thick cock to stretch your sweet little hole.”
Nodding, she worked her hips, begging for more without using words. Bithia squirmed as Drahka tormented her into a frenzy of longing that nothing but both thick cocks could satisfy.
“That finger is big, but not nearly big enough.” Viltori tormented her, knowing just how erotic she found his wicked words. “Slip another finger into her grasping sex, Drahka.”
“Are you sure?” He looked up. “I think she might climax if I do.”
“Hmm.” Viltori considered her for a breathless moment. “I don’t think we should let her come, not yet.”
Her protesting growl was lost as he swooped down to kiss her. To pull her back from the brink, Drahka left off licking her clit, but continued a slow plunge with his finger. Once he sensed he’d pulled her back enough, Viltori encouraged him to slip another finger in beside the first.
Howling behind closed lips, Bithia met his thrusting hand with a roll of her hips. Viltori held her knees, but now yanked her up, lifting her bottom so that she hung free and unable to move. Frustrated, she squirmed in desperation, but Viltori only nipped her lips and continued with his wicked, wicked words.
“I know, Bithia, I know. You want our big, thick cocks inside your sweet, hot cunt.” His words struck her physically, vibrating the wires on her nipples, encouraging Drahka to press hard with each statement. Looking up into Viltori’s eyes, her breathing shallow, panting, almost gasping in her frustration, she realized that was what he wanted. Viltori mastered her.
“Not this night or any other will I give you my cock or allow Drahka to do so.”
For a long moment she simply stared at him. “All this was to force me to legitimize our relationship?” Now she didn’t have the right to either man. She had suspected they were up to something, but conspiring to sexually torment her into claiming them was the last thing she would have surmised.
“If you want us, you will have to publicly claim us.”
“I’m trying,” she protested. It was cruel for him to punish her for something she had no control over. “Try harder.” Viltori’s face was kind despite his harsh words. “We need this from you.” He kissed her then, his tongue going deep, claiming her mouth as Drahka did the same to her aching sex with his thick fingers and flicking tongue. “But we aren’t without mercy.”
At that, the two men teased her in earnest. Viltori held her legs up and wide, spreading her for Drahka as he continued to pour a steady stream of perversities into her ear. As Drahka worked between her legs, sweat beaded across his brow and when he knelt up to get a better angle, his massive cock slipped between the edges of his robe. At Viltori’s urging, Drahka cupped his cock with his free hand, stroking his thick prick until he pulled the foreskin down, exposing the wet and needy tip. Seeing what she so desperately wanted increased her torment until she thought she would faint from longing. A climax waited, just beyond her reach. What pushed her over the edge was Drahka flipping his hand over, so his palm was up, and thrusting two fingers into her with great body-moving force as he stroked his cock with the same aggressive pace. All the while, Viltori encouraged her to look upon what she couldn’t have, and he ordered Drahka to stroke himself harder, and her harder, until his hand became a blur between her legs.
Bithia climaxed with such power she lost her vision, her hearing and her mind. For a timeless moment, she was nothing but sensation. Pure, unadulterated pleasure lifted from the physical into something just one breath shy of divine. She felt her lovers, their bodies, but more deeply their needs. As the empress, she couldn’t keep them as lovers indefinitely. Bringing Viltori back from the brink of death did not mean he would submit to her needs. If anything, he’d grown entrenched in his position, and this time he’d gotten Drahka to take a stance with him as well.
As her climax rolled through her, she could feel the lust gathered in the straining flesh of their cocks. They didn’t tease her lightly, but with purpose. What Viltori said was true—each of them longed to plunge his cock where Drahka thrust his fingers. Filling her grasping sex would bring them both great pleasure, but they would forgo their own needs and wait for more than just a fleeting tryst.
The last lingering waves of her orgasm dissipated. Viltori let go her knees but Drahka caught her trembling legs, lowering them gently down. When she looked, she discovered he had not climaxed. His cock was still hard and dusky red, pushing out from his robe.
She wanted to speak, to swear that she was doing her best to claim them both, but all that emerged was a gasping sob of frustration. She was the empress and yet she was powerless in the face of the prophecy. Enovese had been working feverishly to find the answers she so desperately sought, but even with her extensive knowledge, she could find nothing. How much longer could the three of them live like this?
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“Shhh.” Viltori lifted her chin, kissing her softly. “Don’t speak, Bithia.”
Drahka knelt beside her and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her to her bed as if she weighed nothing. Settling her in the center, they removed her dress, pulled the covers up, tucking her in like a child.
Each man stood looking down at her, their cocks hard, pressing against their robes. When she lifted up, reaching out as if to take them in her hands, Viltori held her back with a lift of his hand and a shake of his head.
“But you…” She couldn’t leave them this way. If she couldn’t have them in her still-quivering cunt, she could have them in her mouth, her hands, or even between her breasts. She suggested this to them and for a long time they considered each other.
Twin grins of sinful pleasure slowly spread across their faces as the two men removed their robes. Strong bodies, sleek with sweat from what they had given her, stretched as they stood so near and yet so far. Breathless with anticipation, Bithia watched, curious as to what they would do now.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Nipples peaking in the cold air, Drahka continued to gaze up the length of the bed at Bithia. Her eyes were wide, her expression sated but curious as she peered over the crimson cover. Beside him, Viltori stood nude, his smaller and paler nipples just as hard, much like his cock. Long before Bithia returned, they had eagerly mapped out their strategy. Planning what they would do to her had kept them in a perpetual state of arousal. Actually doing all those wild things had left them both in dire need for release. They’d planned for this moment too, but what they hadn’t discussed was Viltori’s determination to withhold giving to her until she made their relationship official.
In Oughunian, Drahka asked, “Why did you lie to me?”
Viltori turned, regarding him coolly, his uplifted brow pushing the question right back at him.
“You said we would tease her for her pleasure, not to force her to claim us.” Drahka knew that Bithia had worked tirelessly to find a way to have them both. Without a magistrate, a bonding ceremony couldn’t even be performed, nor could she issue a proclamation claiming one of them as a consort.
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t reveal to you the full of my plan.”
Bithia watched them, her gaze darting between them as if by watching them closely enough, she might understand what they spoke of.
“You said that while you lay dying, you’d regretted not giving to Bithia.”
Nodding, Viltori said, “Even if she claimed me, I still could not give without repercussions. Something happened when the silver-haired woman cured me.”
Repeatedly, Drahka asked him what, but Viltori refused to speak of it.
“Now is not the time.” He considered Bithia. “Not when we have yet to sate ourselves.”
“If this is over who will be first chosen, I already told you I care little which of us—”
“It’s not about that.”
Drahka wanted to argue the matter further, but his body begged for a release more strongly than his mind demanded answers.
“Trust me when I tell you it is more important than ever that whatever children the three of us create are legitimate.” Gaze drilling into his, Viltori finished, “I couldn’t bear to inflict any harm on the innocent.”
His impassioned speech compelled Drahka to agree. They would have to forgo giving to Bithia until the issue of their bonding was resolved. Watching her longing, seeing her pain, had almost prompted him to forget his agreement only to tease her. With the taste of her glory on his lips and the feel of her clutching at his fingers, he wanted to yank his hand back and shove his aching cock deep inside. Her eyes would have gone wide with shock, then lowered with pleasure. Just the thought of having Viltori holding her open for him while he thrust hard and steady between her thighs caused his prick to twitch.
Viltori noticed. With a smirk, he turned to Bithia and asked, “You like to watch, don’t you, Bithia?”
Even below the covers, she shivered at Viltori’s words. His voice carried such intensity that Drahka shivered too. Authority oozed from his tone, as if none would be foolish enough to ever disobey him. Regardless of his time lost to them, he’d forgotten nothing. Two things pushed Bithia into a state of sexual torment: lusty words and watching two men. Viltori had crafted a scenario that would give her both.
“Remember when you interrupted us that day in the room of mirrors?”
Understanding hit. Bithia clutched the covers tighter and nodded.
“I’ve never really forgiven you for that.” Viltori lowered his face but kept his gaze upon her while he cupped his cock in the palm of one hand. “I wanted to watch his muscular arm work that massive prick into a great, gushing climax.” While holding himself, he slipped one knee on the bed. “I wanted to watch Drahka lose control.” With amazing agility, he pulled his other knee onto the surface of the bed. “I wanted to see his head go back as he grimaced, come splattering along his hairy chest.”
Drahka knew Viltori intended to talk to arouse Bithia, but he had no idea what he was going to say. Until now. He was already hard enough to fell a tree, but Viltori’s words only increased the pressure throbbing through his body. Holding to their newly founded agreement was going to take every shred of self-control he possessed. Each time he took a breath, he could smell Bithia on his lips. Snaking out his tongue, he tasted her musky sweetness, causing a drop of come to pearl at the head of his cock.
Slowly, as he spoke, Viltori worked his way up the bed, his golden hair gleaming. Drahka’s eyes were drawn down to the dark hair along his legs, around his cock, still clutched in one hand. Viltori held his prick like a tool. One he longed to wield upon the woman below him. His ability to resist her impressed Drahka and reminded him of Rown. If not for having Viltori at his side, Drahka would damn the consequences and impale Bithia upon his shaft.
Bithia’s gaze darted between them as her breathing accelerated. Panting as if she were running, she struggled to sit up, but that was when Viltori pounced. Letting go of his prick, he leapt upon her hips, pinning her down into the bed, using the coverings to capture her completely.
Leaning close, he whispered, “Did you really think we were done with you, my lady?” He smiled, then licked her lips slowly with the tip of his tongue. “Did you think I would make you climax only once?” Sliding up until his cock was tantalizingly close to her mouth, Viltori cupped her chin, his thumb working her lower lip, his intent clear. “I want to make you scream with pleasure. I want you to beg for my prick and then watch me give it to him.”
Bithia’s gaze shot to the end of the bed. Drahka stood very still, letting her look at him as Viltori had told him to do. Was he seriously going to fuck him while Bithia watched? That wasn’t what they had agreed to. That seemed almost cruel. If she could not have their cocks within her body, they should refrain too. Still, Drahka kept his mouth closed, curious as to where Viltori would go. What he said and what he did could be two different things.
“Would you like to watch that?” Viltori leaned up just enough to rub the tip of his cock against Bithia’s lower lip. “Would you like to watch me pound my prick into Drahka’s tight ass?”
Bithia nodded, causing a bit of his head to slip inside her mouth. Viltori hissed as he quickly drew in a breath between clenched teeth. His control was wavering. Drahka could feel it. Watching him tease Bithia was making Drahka’s balls ache. He wanted to taste the tip of Viltori’s prick. He wanted to ram his cock deep into him. Needs and longings swirled through his mind in a confusing whirlwind. Still, Drahka held his position at the foot of the bed, just as he and Viltori had agreed he would. Somehow, he knew that if he lost control, Viltori would rapidly lose his. He had no idea what they would do in that state of crazed arousal.
“I’ll bet he’s as unyielding as a fist inside. Tight and hot and just as greedy grasping as you are,” Viltori said. Bithia’s eyes closed as her lips parted on a moan. Before she could slip her tongue around him, Viltori pulled hi
s cock away. “Oh, no, my lady. Not for you. We have something special for you.”
Viltori cast his gaze over his shoulder. Eyes gleaming with mischief and control that hung by a bare thread, he nodded to Drahka.
Reaching down under the bed, Drahka removed a small box of items. When he dropped the cache of goods on the bed, Bithia’s eyes flew open.
“I wonder what’s in the box?” Viltori asked playfully. With a quick command, he reactivated the wires that encircled Bithia’s nipples. Thrusting her breasts up against the cover exposed how hard her nipples were. Chuckling, Viltori tweaked them further. “Did you think I had forgotten about these?”
Bithia writhed below the crimson blankets. Her moans only aggravated Drahka’s heightened senses. He could smell her, he could taste her, and more than anything he wanted to be inside her. What they had in mind would be a pale substitute for the slick-crushing feel of her glory.
As Drahka lifted the covers, he regretted his deal with Viltori. A new frustration caused his brows to settle low over his eyes. Viltori was always deciding what they would do. He liked being in charge and, so far, Drahka had willingly let him lead, but now, Drahka wanted to command Viltori. Maybe not for always, but this night, he wanted him bound and tormented. Drahka had a feeling it was the one thing Viltori had never allowed anyone to do to him. After his lie of omission earlier, this would be the perfect revenge.
With his back to him, Drahka realized he could easily overpower Viltori, restrain him and then do whatever he pleased. However, he would need help to immobilize him. Viltori might be smaller, but he was strong. Drahka had a feeling he would fight. For some reason that thought only excited Drahka more. Forcing him to submit to his will was a heady notion, just as it had been when they’d discussed doing it to Bithia.
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