Page 141 of Loreblood

I nodded blithely, lost in a hazy cloud of lust and need. With a few quick twists of my wrist, I had Skar’s pants undone. I hoisted the nobleblood’s cock from against his thigh and out of his pants.

My eyes widened when I looked down. Skar was huge. I was amazed and intimidated by his size. My hand stroked down from the base to the broad ridge, making his long, half-hard cock stiffer by the second.

I supposed there was a reason for Skar’s unending arrogance, and now I was seeing where some of it stemmed from.A man this massive can do whatever he wants.

Garroway made a pleading sound in his throat. I unceremoniously lifted and dropped Skartovius’ heavy cock directly onto his upturned, greedy face, with an audible, fleshythud.

Garroway’s face was nearly completely hidden by Skar’s width, the long slab stretching out past his forehead. He licked the underside of his master’s shaft and then sank his face forward to lave his wet tongue over Skar’s heavy balls.

Skartovius hummed in my mouth as he pressed another deep kiss to my lips. His hand fell on Garroway’s head and he pulled back slightly then shoved his aching cock into Garro’s mouth.

The bloodthrall gagged, snorting to take his master. He sloppily sucked Skartovius’ cock from his knees like a well-trained servant, while furiously masturbating his own aching cock between his thighs.

The closeness of our bodies, the combined heat, ignited my desire. I wanted to try such a hung monster and could only imagine the places he would reach. Jealousy inched up my spine as I watched Garroway fervently gag on Skar’s cock with his head bobbing. The bloodthrall was masterful, sliding his mouth backand forth along that smooth, glistening length, eyes closing as he lost himself, all without using his hands.

Truehearts save me, the dhampir was doing a better job than I could have.

The sight of Garro in a submissive role, after completely dominating me ten minutes before, made me wet and sticky. Skar palmed my pussy and curved two fingers inside, eliciting a sharp hiss from my lips.

I sank into his body even as his fingers sank inside mine. He moved slowly, taking his time to hit all the right spots and prepare me for the main course.

Still, I felt nervous, and Skar could tell by my flexing—the way my tunnel constricted against him.

He tsked, humming to himself. “You’ve been fighting your entire life, Sephania. You don’t have to fight anymore. Not with me. Never me. Just let go and allow yourself tofeelfor once.”

I choked over a lump in my throat. The incessant, sloppy-wet sounds of Garroway’s ministrations below us made me crave this commanding nobleblood even more. His words were the last straw that broke my resolve.

I slightly parted my legs, giving him more access. He curved a third finger inside me. A moan escaped my lips as fullness built where tightness had lived before.

I gave myself over to my vampiric overlord, realizing I was powerless to stop him—and surely notwantinghim to stop.

A lewdpopbelow us as he pulled out of Garroway’s mouth, and suddenly the wet head of Skartovius’ cock prodded against my engorged lips. He shoved himself against my jiggling thighs as he toyed with me.

I breathed warm ragged air against his neck and face. “Please, Lord Ashfen, take me,” I begged. Another moan pinched out of me when his three fingers took a particularly deft touch inside.

His hand moved, falling out of my cunt, bringing strands of sticky arousal with it. Before the pang of loss and rush of cold air could make me seethe, he replaced his hand with the white-hot heat of his huge cock.

I groaned when he sank inside me. His arm tightened around my waist, just above my ass, to keep me upright.

Skar’s lithe body pressed against my gentler curves, squeezing between my large thighs. The muscles and hard bones of him matched perfectly with my shapely flesh, like we were meant to be merged together as one.

If I thought his fingers had been filling, then this was otherworldly. My mouth fell open as his size stretched me, bringing an orgasm wrenching through my body before he’d even plunged halfway inside me.

“Faithless save me, master,” I breathed in his ear.

He bounced me on his body, keeping that arm wrapped around like an iron band so I wouldn’t collapse. “I am your king, Sephania Lock, and you will be my queen. Understand?” He thrust into me hard, bottoming out and stuffing my insides in one go.

My eyes shot open. “Y-Yes, my king!”

The nobleblood railed me effortlessly, sliding my body on his long cock and forcing me to take every lovely inch of him. My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin past his tunic.

The intensity of his movements mirrored Garroway’s from before. Neither of these two could hold back when it came to me.

The burgeoning sense of control I’d felt while crawling after him—a contrast I had never expected from my submissive state—flared even louder inside me.Iwas the one causing these men to lose all command and decorum. Even a nobleblood as refined and controlled and authoritative as Skartovius Ashfen.

The man I had first met during a shadowgala in this very mansion, fighting for my life for his leisure and pleasure. Now he fucked me raucously and took my life into his own hands.

My moans bounced off the walls, harder than my curvy body bounced on his. Another climax ripped through me, frightening me with its speed and depth. I found myself shaking, trembling, quivering.