Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Shall we give him the send-off he deserves, honey flower?” Luthian asks, stroking himself to hardness.
“Give me what I’ve waited for.” Firo laughs breathlessly. “I’ll be happy with that.”
“I’ll do better than that.” Luthian gestures to me. “I’m going to give you Cenere.”
My most intimate part clenches and I almost moan aloud. I’ve experienced the vines. Luthian has used all manner of wicked objects in me. But this is completely new, and I do desire Firo. Who would not? His skin like smoke-stained amber, the hard-etched lines of his lean body, the smoldering fire in his faery eyes.
“First, though, a treat for my lovely honey flower.” Luthian points to the floor beside the tub. “Firo. On your knees.”
When Firo steps closer, I see clearer that the sheen on his body is not oil, but drying sweat. I want to taste it. But I wasn’t given permission to leave the tub, so I recline against the tall back and rest my arms on the sides. Even the slightest movement shifts the pearls all around me; a few slip between my folds to meet my own pearl, hard and insistent, nestled in its slick setting.
Luthian touches the head of his cock to Firo’s lips. “Open.”
Firo obeys. They’re close enough that I miss no detail. The slippery shine of Firo’s saliva on Luthian’s blue-flushed skin. The pink of Firo’s tongue darting out below Luthian’s shaft in a movement that makes my Guardian’s back go straight, his eyes pinch.
“He is exceptionally skilled,” Luthian tells me when he finds himself again. “But you knew that.”
“Yes, Guardian.” I knew it well, for Luthian had once bound my legs open wide for Firo to feast between them until I screamed and begged for the pleasure to stop.
With a deep, shuddering inhale, Luthian tips his head back and surrenders to that singular talent, but moans, “Touch yourself, Cenere.”
I scoop up a handful of the pearls and let them fall over my exposed breasts, shivering as they roll down. I take another and this time use the flat of my hand to rub them over my skin, as if soaping myself in a real bath. I do this again and again, while Luthian and Firo both steal glances. I smooth another handful over my throat, down again to play against my taut nipples. I writhe my hips beneath the surface, and the pearls at my center roll and gently pinch my labia and clit.
“Put them inside,” Luthian commands, as if he sees what’s happening beneath my legs.
I work my hand into the mass of spheres and sweep a handful to my core, where I ache with emptiness. It’s more unbearable now that I know I’ll be filled by the long, hard length of Firo’s cock. When I push the first of the pearls into my cunt, I clench down, thinking of how Firo’s cum will feel leaking out of me as I lie, spent, in my bed. I shove in more, and more, until it seems impossible that another will fit. Then, I push my finger inside.
I gasp.
Luthian’s mouth bends in an approving smile, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Make yourself come, honey flower.”
My other hand joins its twin, stroking my clit while the pearls inside me roll with every pump of my finger, teasing my inner walls. Now and then, a few slip from me, coated in my juices, and I push more into their place. I rock my hips and the pearls all around me move, caressing me with phantom hands. I slide down, draw up my knees and let them fall wide apart. The pearls aren’t enough; I crave Firo’s cock, now that I know I’ll have it. I push my finger deeper and another joins it, displacing more of the beads inside. My clit withdraws beneath my touch, my cunt clutches, body straining toward my impending release. I cry out at the pleasure, at the decadence of it all, and Luthian growls low his throat.
Pulling free from Firo’s mouth, Luthian turns and finishes himself with a few swift strokes of his own fist, erupting over my upturned face, my heaving breasts, my open mouth. He scoops up some of the pearls and rubs them into the puddles on my skin as I swallow his seed with a grateful smile. With a flick of his hand, the pearls melt, leaving me coated in an impossible amount of cum. For a moment, I’m stunned into silence, until a laugh burbles up my throat.
Luthian reaches into the silky fluid and finds my center. The pearls there have vanished, too, and he pushes his fingers in. I squeeze down on him, and the corner of his mouth lifts in amusement. “I think he’s waited long enough, Cenere. It’s time for Firo to have you.”
Luthian takes my hand to help me up. He doesn’t offer me a towel or to clean up any of the mess he’s made; slippery footprints trail me all the way to my bed, which I don’t care to lie on in this state.