Beauty (A Faery Story 3)

She placed her hand on Shim’s cock. It was long and thick, so thick she could barely grasp it in one hand.

“Tighter. I won’t break. Rub me.” Shim’s hips pumped a little.

She pulled on his cock, surprised at how soft the skin was. She ran her hand up and down, satisfied with the way he sighed. His pleasure hummed in her brain.

And Lach’s impatience was a palpable thing.

“Now, Bronwyn.”

She leaned forward, licked at his cock. She started at the base and ran her tongue along the stalk all the way to the bulbous head. Warm, pearly liquid seeped from his cockhead. Cum. She tasted it. Salty and so masculine if a taste could have a gender. She worried the tiny slit with her tongue, wanting more.

“You’re a dangerous woman.” Lach put a hand on her head. “Now suck me inside. I want to fill your mouth.”

She pulled the head of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue all over it, glorying in the shape. Her pussy began to pulse in time to Lach’s pleasure. He was focusing it on her, giving it to her. She followed her instincts, sucking hard and drawing him in. She felt his low moan of pleasure in her gut.

She sucked on Lachlan’s cock, whirling her tongue around and around. The pressure was building in Lach. His breath sawed in and out of his chest. She was doing this to him. This dominant warrior was responding to her caresses. She pulled him deeper, relaxing her jaw. It was easy because she could feel what brought him pleasure. He wanted her to eat his dick up and swallow him whole.

Leaning forward, she took him to the back of her throat and swallowed.

Lach stiffened and his hands held her to him. He came, his semen jetting into her mouth, coating her tongue. It felt so good. Her pussy softened as though she was the one having the orgasm. She shook as she swallowed his cum.

Lazy satisfaction rolled off him as he let go of her hair and his cock came out of her mouth. “So sweet, Bronwyn. That was so sweet.”

She didn’t have more than a second to enjoy the feeling of power before Shim was on her. He pulled her up and brought her to the bed with him. “No more waiting, wife.”

No. She didn’t want to wait one second longer.

Chapter Sixteen

Shim felt like he would explode if he didn’t get inside her. Watching her suck his brother off while her little hand played along his cock had been agony. She’d been so beautiful on her knees in front of Lachlan. He wasn’t as dominant as Lach, but he loved the sight of her submitting. She would be beautiful in bondage, her arms and legs tied down and spread wide for them. She would be at their mercy, forced to take what they gave her, pleasure and erotic pain. They would spank her with their hands and crops and canes and then pleasure her wet pussy with tongues and fingers and cocks.

He wanted weeks, months, years of nothing but bonding time, nothing to think about but where he would put his cock into his wife’s soft body. He could lose himself in the sex.

But he might only have one night. Her stubbornness still brimmed at the surface no matter how submissive she seemed. She would fight going back to their home plane. He could lose her.

He took her ankles in his hands and spread her legs wide. Moonlight caressed her skin, making her shine. His vampire senses were in full force and Bronwyn was like a torch lighting up the night, drawing him to her. Her dark hair lay on her breasts, the nipples peeking out like jewels hidden in silk. And her pussy. He could see how wet she was, smell it. Her arousal scented the air like perfume of a nightblooming flower. Glistening and wet. Her pussy pouted, the lips puffy and succulent and the nubbin of her clit nestled in between.

His treasure.

“Taste her, Shim. She’s like honey on your tongue.” Lach watched the scene, standing at the edge of the bed. His brother was already hard again. It had taken every shield Shim had to keep his brother’s orgasm from starting his own. But he wanted to come inside her. He wanted to feel her cunt all around him and shoot his cum deep.

His cock pulsed, but he wanted a taste. Her blood had been his strength, but her pussy was a meal, too.

She wiggled restlessly as he kissed up her leg.

“Don’t you move. This is his time.” Lach had moved onto the bed. He scooted in behind Bron, cradling her as Shim had when they’d first made love. His hands found her nipples and twisted. “You behave or I’ll spank you again and you’ll suck us both down. And we’ll shield. You won’t get anything. Be a good wife.”

She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go without. It was deeply obvious to Shim because she went utterly still under him. Shim could feel her need. She was already addicted to this sharing, to the deep intimacy that came from the bond. And it wasn’t even full yet. When they fully bonded, fully opened their minds and souls, the connection would go even deeper.

He got to his belly and slid up the bed. His mouth hovered over her pussy. She smelled too good. It was the smell of a lifetime’s lust finally satisfied.

Shim drew his tongue along the seam of her pussy, gathering up her juice.

Bron moaned and shook.

“You like that, love. You like having a tongue shoved up your cunt. You like your men treating you like a feast. We’ll eat that pussy every day. You’ll wake in the sweetest way, with a tongue lapping at you, making you hot.” Lach’s words echoed Shim’s thoughts.

He wanted to feast every day. He rubbed his nose through her labia, trying to imprint her scent on him. She was a juicy piece of fruit. He speared her with his tongue, going deep in an imitation of what he wanted to do with his cock. He fucked her with his tongue and then suckled her clit, her mewling cries making him feel powerful.