He lifted himself off her with a growl, spanking her tingling ass once, and then again. “Not yet, greedy. First I want to watch how you react to what Manx has planned for you.”
She stiffened, reaching out with her heightened senses. Manx was close. She heard a bottle open and a scent reminiscent of cinnamon filled the air.
“Warming oil,” Manx spoke with a slow drawl, an accent that had increased along with his arousal. “I’m slipping it up and down my cock, Ume. So when I press those ample, luscious, impossible breasts of yours around it I can glide in and out with ease.”
Ume whimpered. It sounded so good. Even better was the feeling of Sinner’s fingers clutching her hips convulsively, as though counting the minutes until he could get inside her. Fighting to hold back.
Manx’s large, slick hands cupped her breasts, and Ume bit her lip. They were just as sensitive as her own, insignificant pair. Every scrape of his fingernail, every touch sent a lightning bolt of need to her sex.
He pressed her flesh around his hard shaft and started to thrust. “Jesus, sugar. You are every young boy’s wet dream. You love it all, don’t you? Everything we do to you. You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes! I love it. I want more. Sinner, please.”
Did he not realize he was slipping his cock between her thighs? She was soaking him, drenching him. She felt empty. She needed him inside her. “Please.”
His grip on her hips turned bruising, his voice, when he spoke, was so rough and gritty she almost didn’t recognize it. “Please what? You have to say it. Beg me, little kitsune. Beg me to fuck you.”
Manx was thrusting between her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples roughly, deliciously. She could smell the sweat on his skin, his desire for her, increasing her arousal. But none of that compared to him. Sinner.
“Fuck me, Sinner. Please fuck me. Now.”
A bark of surprised laughter came from Manx at her sorry attempt at begging, but it was enough for her warrior. His first thrust held nothing back, but she was so wet and ready for him she didn’t want him to go slow.
Yes. This was what she needed. What she’d been craving since that first, strange encounter. And it was better now. She could feel everything more intensely, each sensation amplified, not only by the blindfold. But by him. Sinner.
He powered into her, jarring her whole body with each stroke so that her mouth pressed against Manx’s hip. She sucked his skin between her lips, muffling her cries.
“Shit, sugar, you’re gonna make me—” Manx shouted his release and Ume tore her mouth away from his skin to cry out herself as Sinner tilted her hips, thrusting deeper, harder, yes, harder.
His groan was ragged. “You feel so good, Ume. I never want to stop. I never. Fucking. Want. To. Stop.”
Ume felt another wave crashing over her. Powerful and consuming. Before it had a chance to ebb there was another. And again. Time began to lose meaning. Her throat was raw from her cries of pleasure. She lost count of the times she came.
She was shaking so hard she was afraid she would break apart. She could feel Manx’s soothing touch on her hair, the press of his lips against her temple, but even that was too much for her sensitive skin.
“Tell him to come, sugar. Tell him you want him to come. Beg him if you have to.”
The whispered words were urgent, breaking through the haze that was surrounding her. “Sinner, I want you to come. I want to feel you come inside me. Please. I need to feel it.”
Her words set him free. His cry of release echoed against the bare walls of the room, his climax so powerful it made her come again. Her body, still vibrating from the last few orgasms, shuddered with intense pleasure.
A few minutes, or hours later, when two pairs of gentle masculine hands untied her bonds, Ume had a sinking feeling she would never be the same again. And neither would her fantasies.
Chapter Six
It was near dawn, but the two moons were still lighting the way for the five silent travelers climbing the steps that would take them to the Demon King’s lair.
Ume wasn’t sure what she was feeling. Surprised that her body had rebounded so quickly for one thing. But then, in the game, she never seemed to run out of energy. She was also confused and a bit taken aback by her bold behavior, and in that regard Sinner wasn’t helping. Since their experience at the Inn of the Drunken Lotus, he’d been different. Cautious. He’d barely spoken a word to her in hours. She was walking beside Julie, while the three men lagged behind, keeping their distance.
At least he’d brought her another outfit to wear, seeing as he’d destroyed the last one.
“Men.”
“You said it.”
Ume glanced over at Julie, who seemed to be just as shaken up as she was. “What’s wrong with you?”
Julie crossed her arms defensively, her blush still visible in the dim light. “I don’t know. I’m not myself here. I’m behaving out of character.”