Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

Soft laughter sounded all around them as she bent over Nikon and settled her knees on either side of his body, trying to open herself as far as possible because this was going to be one hell of a first fuck.

Locking her gaze with Nikon, she waited as Ali moved behind her. “Are you okay, satyr?” she asked.

He grimaced. “I dreamed of being inside your pussy. Trying not to come…” He gave a sharp shake of his head and gritted his teeth. “I will do as you wish.”

“You’re not the jinn, buddy,” Ali said as he straddled Nikon’s thighs.

He brought two fingers to her mouth, and she sucked on them, wetting them. Then he reached behind her and eased his fingers into her vagina, sliding them atop Nikon’s cock and lifting, making room for the tip of his cock to enter.

“Oh, this isn’t going to work,” she groaned. The pressure was enormous.

Something entered her vision, a tin held out by Bryn. “It’s a salve. It will help ease the pain and increase your arousal.”

“Fuck me,” Nikon cursed.

Not the lease embarrassed that her sister witch had just given them a marital aid—she was that desperate to make this work, Radha leaned on her elbows and glanced back at Ali. “You slick that all over yourself and shove your dick inside. I don’t think Nikon and I are going to last long.”

More laughter sounded, and Radha wondered why they all sounded so very near. Were they curious to see whether the two males would fit? “Perverts! That’s what you all are,” she groused.

She listened as Ali slicked the salve on his cock, and then she felt his fingers enter her again, making room for the tip of his cock to slide inside. When he began pushing the tip into her, she gritted her teeth. Glancing down at Nikon, she noted that he wore the same expression.

She gave him a quick kiss and a scowl. “Just a little longer, satyr,” she said. “You don’t come until I say so.”

Maybe she’d sounded a little mean. Nikon gave her a frown and slid his hands between their bodies. When he clutched her breasts, he said, “Let’s see who’s nearest the edge.”

The flick of a nail against one engorged tip sent a thrill through her.

The distraction was a godsend. Before she realized it, Ali had worked his cock all the way inside her. Now, she felt stuffed, her inner walls super-heated. Where the salve had rubbed off against her vagina, she felt tingles that caused shudders to work their way from her womb to her toes.

Ali stroked forward and back, rocking all three of them. Then Nikon began to move, both men plunging inside her in unison, filling her so completely, she became lost in sensations—the fullness, the heat, their breaths gusting around her, the slick sounds they made.

“Not going to last long,” Nikon said, his tone desperate.

Radha pushed upward, lifting her torso and Ali’s. She stretched to bathe her face and breasts in moonlight, “Ali, now! Do it, now!” she screamed.

Both men plunged harder, thrusting, stroking. Tension filled their bodies, made their thighs and bellies tremble as they neared the end.

“Now!” Nikon roared.

Radha felt as though the top of her head exploded. She moaned and writhed, pinned between the two men. Suddenly, she felt a tiny sharp cramp, followed by another, and she held her breath. Nothing else followed. She knew what had occurred. As she sagged against Nikon’s chest, she fell into oblivion.

Radha awoke later in her bed, Ali and Nikon sprawled on either side of her, their flaccid cocks curled against their lower bellies. Knowing she didn’t have a lot of time before they too stirred, she crawled from between them and quickly showered. Then she headed to the kitchen.

On the counter was a covered pan with a note propped against it written in Bryn’s hand.

This is for you, sweetie. It’s a gift of stamina! You’re going to need it!

Just as she was finishing licking her fingers clean, she felt strong arms surround her. “I missed you,” came Nikon’s rumbling voice. “Oh, cake!” he said, reaching past her, but she swatted his hand.

“That’s for me.”

He grunted and turned her in his arms. They kissed, bodies mashed together long enough her nipples pricked and his cock unfurled. When he lifted her by her bottom, she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him prod her from beneath until he found her entrance. As he eased her hips downward, she drew a deep breath. Yes, real fucking is so much better.

“Are you happy how things turned out?” he asked, somehow able to think and breathe while he began to pump his cock in quick, targeted thrusts.

“Guess we’ll see in about nine months,” she said, smiling smugly.

His eyebrows rose, and his motions faltered. “What are you saying?”