Page 27 of A Storm of Fire and Ash

“Gods, you are perfect,” Makar whispered. “Do you think you can take us both, Elara?” He asked as he pulled me down Fintan’s body.

He reached forward and rubbed my clit.

“Ahh, yes! I can,” I moaned, not recognizing my voice. “I can take you both. Please,” I begged.

Makar positioned me by pushing my chest down on Fintan’s so my legs straddled either side of him.

“Good girl, your body listens so well,” he said as he grasped Fintan’s cock and pushed it inside of me.

Heavenly.

This was heavenly.

“Remember what I said, Makar. Only I come inside of her,” the Prince warned as he thrusted into me harder than he had before, staking his claim on me.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

“Please,” I begged them both.

Makar placed his hand on my back and pushed me down further, so my backside was completely exposed to him. He reached forward while the prince continued fucking me, and held out his hand in front of Fintan’s mouth. “Spit,” he said. Fintan’s eyes darkened as he spat in Makar’s hand.

Wetness suddenly dripped down my tailbone to my tight hole, and strong fingers rubbed me up and down.

I flinched, never taking anyone back there before.

“Easy, Elara. I’ll be gentle.”

Fintan grabbed my lower lip with his teeth, pulling gently as he continued to move in and out of me. He held my hips so I wasn’t moving and did all the thrusting himself.

I moaned into his mouth.

Just then, Makar slowly started to push himself inside of me.

“Shit!” I cried out, wincing.

Fintan paused, not moving inside of me.

Makar pushed in further. “You’re doing so well. Just relax your body, Elara.”

Makar went deeper.

And deeper.

Until he was finally all the way in.

“Prince, keep doing what you’re doing, and eventually I will match your thrusts.”

Fintan started to move again inside of me, and I saw stars. “Shit, oh shit!” I screamed as he picked up his pace. My juices soaked him below me.

“You like this, El? You like being filled by two men at once?” Fintan had a purely male gleam in his eyes.

Makar started to move.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes. Feels so good. Please!” I begged them both for release.

My heart raced with anticipation, and my body buzzed with hot need.

I was lost between them, their hands, their mouths, their energy. My senses blurred, overwhelmed by the sensation of being wanted so fiercely by two men so different—and yet somehow perfectly in sync. I didn’t feel torn between them. I felt chosen. Empowered. Alive.

Just as I was about to cry out again, Fintan caught my voice with his lips on mine.

“Come inside me! Please. Both of you. I need to feel both of you,” I pleaded. No, begged.

I so desperately begged.

A growl emanated from Fintan’s chest, but I felt Makar’s magic buzz, influencing Fintan to allow Makar to fulfill my request.

Fintan lips pursed; his demeanor shifted.

“Fuck. I’m getting close. You heard her, Makar. Let’s fill our Queen,” the prince said.

If I weren’t being fucked into oblivion, I would’ve been shocked with Fintan. But I wanted to feel them both pulse inside me, to get lost in the ecstasy that I was feeling.

They picked up their paces faster, matching each other.

The room filled with the sound of our skin slapping and the headboard hitting the stone wall.

My gods, I have never felt this full before.

If I died now, then this was worth dying for.

Makar grabbed my hair roughly, pulling my head back as Fintan bit and sucked my neck, marking me.

My body started to shake.

“That’s it, Elara. Take us. Take what is yours,” Makar whispered in my ear.

“I’m coming!” I moaned.

As my body shook. I could feel my magic wanting to burst forth, but I kept it in check.

“Fuck,” Fintan groaned as he came deep inside me.

Makar followed suit and moaned behind me, his grip tightened on my hips. Their sounds gave me another orgasm as they emptied themselves into me.

Their hands trailed over every part of me—Fintan’s touch grounding, Makar’s like lightning. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest, but this wasn’t a battle. This was a surrender. A surrender I chose.

And gods, I never wanted it to end.

Makar pulled out and lay next to Fintan. I rolled off the prince’s hard chest and rested between them both.

“Holy Divine… that was the best thing that has ever happened to me,” I said, smiling, my head spinning from all the ale I’d drunk.

I still felt like I needed more, though.

Like a puzzle piece was missing.

“It absolutely was,” Makar said as he rolled off the bed.

Fintan was quiet.

Makar grabbed his clothes off the floor, and I watched him get dressed, admiring his sculpted body.

Fully dressed now, he faced Fintan and me.

“My Lady,” he bowed and then turned to Fintan, “Your Highness. It’s been my pleasure.

Please grab me anytime either of you… or both of you, want to play,” he grinned, and then right before he turned to walk out the door, I felt his magic brush against my shield.

Fintan grew hard again, and he rolled on top of me before the door even closed.

I knew Makar influenced Fintan just then. Influenced him so he wouldn’t feel weird about what had just happened.

Fintan took me again.

And then again.

We lay there, panting and sweaty.

Fintan turned to me, his head leaning on his hand. “He might have made you come, Elara, but don’t forget who your heart belongs to. You are mine, and no one else’s. This won’t happen again.”

Worry washed over my face.

“I-I’m so sorry. Are you mad? I don’t know what got into me, but—”

Before I could keep going, Fintan gently kissed my lips.

“I don’t know what got into me either, but I’m glad you felt good.

Enjoyed yourself. I obviously did as well…

” Confusion washed over his face for a brief second.

“I’m not into men, so I’m not sure why I allowed Makar to touch me like he did…

But I enjoyed myself because I was with you.

I love you, El. You are mine, and I want you to be my Queen. ”

His lips met mine once again before he grabbed me and made me straddle him.

“Now, ride my cock like the Queen you are. I’m going to fill all of your holes with my cum until you can’t be filled anymore.”

He slipped inside of me easily. Lubricated by his own seed.

I rode him again, giving myself and him the pleasure that we needed. In this moment, it was only us.

We finally fell asleep, a tangled mess of limbs, our bodies intertwined.