Silken Rapture (Princes of the Underground 2)

His clone gasped in ecstasy and began to shake as his hands moved over Isabel’s skin. He pressed close until Isabel was sandwiched between their two large bodies. Blaise moved her head until it rested on his chest, and tilted up her face.

He watched, his body humming with a strange, potent brew of magic and arousal, as Morshiel lowered his head and kissed Isabel on the lips. At first, she didn’t respond, but then he felt heat rush beneath his fingertips. Her lips began to move in a feverish rhythm beneath Morshiel’s.

“That’s right,” Blaise whispered hotly in her ear before he kissed her there. “You are a miracle to accept me. I love you, Isabel.”

Blaise’s words burned Isabel’s spirit as Morshiel’s mouth ignited her flesh. He tasted different than Blaise, but alike as well—more bitter, like the difference between milk and dark chocolate. Blaise cradled her ribs with his hands, caressing her, while Morshiel did the same to her arms and hips. She could feel Morshiel’s cock, thick and heavy, pressing against her belly. An almost exact sensation pressed against the base of her spine—Blaise, throbbing and steely hard.

It made her dizzy, to feel all that desire, all that hard male strength surrounding her…focused exclusively on her.

As if both males read her thoughts at that moment, they pressed closer, sliding their cocks up and down against her. She moaned into Morshiel’s marauding mouth. He caught her tongue gently with his teeth, giving her a rough caress. She shivered in bliss, and Morshiel and Blaise both growled, deep and feral. Blaise’s hands were at her back, and then her dress was lowering to her waist and falling to her ankles. She wore only a pair of panties beneath it. Morshiel broke their electric kiss and pressed his mouth—so hot, so hungry—against her neck.

“She is so sweet,” he murmured brokenly.

“Yes,” Blaise responded, sounding a little sad. “You may not take her blood, though.” He caressed Isabel’s bare breasts, making her whimper in pleasure. He lifted them in his hands from below. “Here. Feast on these, if you must.”

Blaise stepped back slightly, leaning Isabel along the front of his body, holding her tight against him. His cock throbbed against her spine as though it pulsed with electricity. Morshiel’s lips and tongue on the sensitive skin of her breasts was nearly too pleasurable to bear. Sensation bombarded her when Blaise used his fingers to gently pinch both nipples, and Morshiel moved his head back and forth, stimulating the morsels of flesh with lips and tongue and gentle, scraping teeth.

When Blaise released his fingers, and Morshiel surrounded her with a firm, hot suck, Isabel exploded in Blaise’s arms. He spoke near her ear as she came and Morshiel continued to suckle her nipple and caress her body.

“That’s right, come for me. Your pleasure is mine, Isabel,” he told her gruffly as she shuddered. Much to her amazement, she felt him tugging at the glove on her right hand. “I want you to touch him, Isabel. Touch his hair.”

Morshiel made a strange, strangled sound, her breast still in his mouth. She felt him convulse in pleasure when she slid her fingers through the short hairs on his head. He released her breast and moaned in pleasure against her wet nipple. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He looked transfixed, like an animal completely under the spell of a shaman.

“You see?” Blaise whispered in her ear. “He is at your mercy. The beast in me will always be at the mercy of your touch, Isabel.”

She cried out in wonder. Sensations were bombarding her as well as she stroked Morshiel’s hair. He was darkness—yes—and emptiness. But within the circle of Blaise’s arms, she found she could absorb the essence of him and keep her spirit intact.

“I will lay you down now,” Blaise’s voice penetrated her sensual haze a moment later. He gently removed her naked hand from Morshiel’s hair. Morshiel was ravishing her heaving rib cage, detailing each bone with lips and tongue. She cried out in disorientation when she started to go down, until she realized Blaise held her weight. Her upper body was braced against his thighs as he knelt behind her. Her head was in his lap. His cock lay along his left thigh, pressing against his jeans and her jaw. She nuzzled it hungrily, and he caught her face with his hand, stilling her.

She had no choice but to look up and watch as Morshiel disrobed rapidly. A few seconds later, she stared up at the awesome sight of him standing at her feet wearing nothing but the leather harness that held his heartluster. He looked impossibly tall towering over her. The leather straps highlighted his shaved balls. They hung full and heavy at the base of the long, thick pillar of his penis.

“Remove your weapon, and you may have her,” Blaise said sternly from behind her.

Morshiel hesitated only for a moment before he glanced at the juncture of Isabel’s naked thighs. His cock leapt several inches into the air. He winced and ran his fisted hand along the shaft before he rapidly unfastened the harness and dropped his heartluster to the floor. To Isabel, it felt like an abdication, but his ecstatic expression made her wonder if Morshiel truly considered it surrender.

He knelt and removed Isabel’s panties. His eyes looked wild with excitement as he came back toward her on his knees, spreading her thighs wider as he did so. Her pussy was achy and drenched. She couldn’t remove her gaze from the awesome sight of his cock.

She whimpered in anticipation when he took his cock into his hand and started to come down over her.

“No. Not like that,” Blaise said suddenly. Morshiel looked annoyed, but he halted abruptly at Blaise’s words, his penis still in his hand.

“Turn over, Isabel,” She glanced up. His face, too, looked rigid with arousal. “Please,” he added.

Isabel turned willingly with his help.

“Come up on your knees,” he instructed. “I will hold you for him. Morshiel—there is a vial of oil there on the table.”

Isabel’s eyes went wide at that, but Blaise stroked her soothingly. A delicate fragrance of hyacinth entered her nose. Her sex clenched tight. She looked up at Blaise, feeling both helpless and impossibly aroused, when she felt the tip of Morshiel’s lubricated penis probe her anus, seeking entry.

“We both have to be fused with you at once,” Blaise whispered heatedly.

“It’s all right,” Isabel replied.

It felt as if every nerve from clit to anus was stimulated. She burned. She gasped when she felt the thick, mushroom-shaped, lubricated cockhead slip into her ass. Morshiel groaned as if he was in pain.

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” Blaise murmured.

“Like fire itself. And tight as a brand new, greased lock,” Morshiel mumbled as he began to pulse his cock in and out, in and out, just a few inches back and forth. She gritted her teeth at the pressure.