Page 60 of Dancing With Demons

Pressed between their shared weight, I am forced to do just that, crying out when he presses against that ring of muscle. In the same motion, he hunkers over me, holding me fast by my shoulders as Tolmond braces me.

He shoves in hard, making me gasp.

My sight goes blind in their handling, a heavy shudder chasing through me at the fullness. Tolmond finds a rhythm that sets us all into motion. And the kisses come liberally, like hot spots in my vision.

I squirm between them, ablaze with passion.

My panting comes heavy, and as Tolmond kisses the side of my neck, Eth’tak leans in as he pumps, catching my face and finding my lips with his.

This is- perfect.

Tolmond’s efforts are smooth and lithe, while Eth’tak struggles to contain himself. I can feel it in the press of his hard body against me, how he barely breathes as he pumps, forcing my body to yield to his.

They’re so different, but they balance each other out, like earth and sky.

I couldn’t live without them both.

The whoosh of Eth’tak’s wings around us forces him harder inside of me, and Tolmond braces me. “Careful,” he tells him, though his cock twinges deep inside of me. But there’s an unmistakable rumble in his throat.

“No,” I murmur. My skin is slick with sweat, and I feel like I’m about to explode. “I needmore.”

Eth’tak obliges, sending me over the edge.

Tolmond seems aware when my magic flares again, chasing through our tripling. My every hair stands on end, and a hot moan escapes me as the fire in my core plumes. I can’t tell where I begin and they end, any longer, melding with their demonic energy.

My scream sounds like an echo, and all I see is light.

The physical is a distant notion when they come in tandem, my mind drifting on a weighty high. Their claws orient me, grazing my flesh as the pressure releases.

“I think you went too hard,” Tolmond says over me, a heavy hand stroking my back as I’m nestled in the sheets.

I still feel them close, someone stroking my spine.

“She asked for more,” comes the rebuttal.

“That doesn’t mean try tobreakher.”

“She’s not as fragile as she looks.”

“Yes, she is.”

I rouse, keeping my eyes closed. “Enough bickering, you two,” I murmur, their relief palpable as they stroke my face and stomach. “I want to enjoy this.”

Tolmond’s sweet breath mingles with mine. “Is that so?”

When my eyes slide open, I find his yellow ones, full of concern. Eth’tak is not far, his sculpted form pressed against my back as we lay in a loose pile on my bed. “As long as the seven allow it,” I say, echoing his own words.

Eth’tak kisses my shoulder. “Good.”

I shudder with tired delight, my sore body aching to be filled again. But not yet. I think- we have all the time in the world, now that the King is off our back. And at present, I’m enjoying their diligent handling as they touch and stroke, rubbing out the sore spots with charmed fingers. I look forward to starting a family with them, curious as to whether it will be a girl or a boy. What features it will have. Whether it will look like Tolmond or Eth’tak.

I know they’ll love it, either way.

“We’ll be here,” Tolmond whispers in my ear, his fingers chasing over the hollow of my stomach, where a curious speck of life is growing. “-until the end of the world.”

My laugh is soft.

That will be a very, very long time.