“Damn, woman,” Wat lifted his head, “even when you’ve been dunked in seawater you taste sweet as honey.”
“Hey,” cried Red, “what about me?”
Kepp pulled his mouth from Lira’s breast with a slow, lingering tug on her nipple. He shot his friend a wicked grin. “You have a head injury. You should sit this one out.”
“Not on your fucking life. She’s as much mine as she is yours,” Red protested.
“Right now, gentlemen,” interrupted Wat, “she’s mine. I can’t wait any longer.” He unzipped his trousers and freed his erect penis. “Besides,” he added with a groan as he buried himself in Lira’s body in one smooth move, “somebody needs to keep watch.”
“I’d rather watch this,” commented Red. “Might help my headache.” He lay on his side next to Lira, resting his head on her shoulder. He unzipped his pants and wrapped his fist around his own erection. “Mind if I jack off?” Lira reached out a shaky hand to help him. Red wrapped his eager fist around hers.
“Be my guest,” groaned Wat, hips moving rhythmically, his thick cock appearing and disappearing into the woman, glistening with her slick arousal.
Kepp watched his friends for a moment, his own hard-on so painful he thought he might burst. As he reached down to make himself more comfortable, he realized Lira was staring at him.
“What?” he asked, his voice soft.
“Kiss me, Tanner.”
“But your lip…?”
“My lip wants yours. Now.” Panting, Lira arched her back, and Kepp knew she was about to come. She threaded her free hand through his long, golden braid and drew him down to meet her.
Kepp tried to be gentle, but Lira wouldn’t have it. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, keeping time to the rhythm of Wat’s thrusts into her body. Kepp felt like he was the one fucking her. When she came, she came hard, biting his lower lip until he tasted blood, sucking on his tongue, arching into the hand he held on her breast. Shit, he nearly exploded.
* * * *
Wat climaxed with a roar. He had barely finished before a growling Tanner shoved him aside and buried himself in her, as she’d heard the men say, balls deep. He pounded, hard and heavy, into her body, possessing her with a violence and a fire that rocked her very soul.
One of her hands gripped Red’s cock. Holding his fist around hers, he tugged her palm up and down his silky skin as he stroked himself. She kept her other hand twisted in Tanner’s braid. Lira dragged his mouth back to hers, demanding that he claim her mouth every bit as hard as he claimed her body.
It didn’t take long for Lira to come. Again and again and again. Lost in a haze of passion, she felt Red’s movements speed up until at last he let out a loud groan and held her hand still. She felt his hot seed pulse upward and spill out of him, over her naked breast. In that moment, Lira relived the all-consuming pleasure of the night before. The memory of all three men in her, coming at once, launched her into another orgasm, the strongest she’d ever experienced.
Lira tore her mouth from Tanner’s and screamed his name just as he threw his head back, lost, as his own climax began. She watched the straining tendons in his neck while he thrust deep within her, once, twice, three times, and then he came with a roar that rivaled the crash of the waves along the rocky shore.
Tanner fell over her, both of them drenched with sweat despite the chill sea air. Lira lay still beneath him, awed by the power of their joining. She thanked the Gods for placing these three men in her path. Any one of them would have been enough. Each was a courageous, righteous man. If she wasn’t the royal heir, if she didn’t need to find three mates who could share her attentions and her body without acrimony, she would have loved any one of them on his own, Red or Wat or Tanner.
Each man held a portion of her heart. Wat, she loved for his brash good humor, his generous spirit, and his ingenuity, Red, for
“Hey,” cried Red, “what about me?”
Kepp pulled his mouth from Lira’s breast with a slow, lingering tug on her nipple. He shot his friend a wicked grin. “You have a head injury. You should sit this one out.”
“Not on your fucking life. She’s as much mine as she is yours,” Red protested.
“Right now, gentlemen,” interrupted Wat, “she’s mine. I can’t wait any longer.” He unzipped his trousers and freed his erect penis. “Besides,” he added with a groan as he buried himself in Lira’s body in one smooth move, “somebody needs to keep watch.”
“I’d rather watch this,” commented Red. “Might help my headache.” He lay on his side next to Lira, resting his head on her shoulder. He unzipped his pants and wrapped his fist around his own erection. “Mind if I jack off?” Lira reached out a shaky hand to help him. Red wrapped his eager fist around hers.
“Be my guest,” groaned Wat, hips moving rhythmically, his thick cock appearing and disappearing into the woman, glistening with her slick arousal.
Kepp watched his friends for a moment, his own hard-on so painful he thought he might burst. As he reached down to make himself more comfortable, he realized Lira was staring at him.
“What?” he asked, his voice soft.
“Kiss me, Tanner.”
“But your lip…?”
“My lip wants yours. Now.” Panting, Lira arched her back, and Kepp knew she was about to come. She threaded her free hand through his long, golden braid and drew him down to meet her.
Kepp tried to be gentle, but Lira wouldn’t have it. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, keeping time to the rhythm of Wat’s thrusts into her body. Kepp felt like he was the one fucking her. When she came, she came hard, biting his lower lip until he tasted blood, sucking on his tongue, arching into the hand he held on her breast. Shit, he nearly exploded.
* * * *
Wat climaxed with a roar. He had barely finished before a growling Tanner shoved him aside and buried himself in her, as she’d heard the men say, balls deep. He pounded, hard and heavy, into her body, possessing her with a violence and a fire that rocked her very soul.
One of her hands gripped Red’s cock. Holding his fist around hers, he tugged her palm up and down his silky skin as he stroked himself. She kept her other hand twisted in Tanner’s braid. Lira dragged his mouth back to hers, demanding that he claim her mouth every bit as hard as he claimed her body.
It didn’t take long for Lira to come. Again and again and again. Lost in a haze of passion, she felt Red’s movements speed up until at last he let out a loud groan and held her hand still. She felt his hot seed pulse upward and spill out of him, over her naked breast. In that moment, Lira relived the all-consuming pleasure of the night before. The memory of all three men in her, coming at once, launched her into another orgasm, the strongest she’d ever experienced.
Lira tore her mouth from Tanner’s and screamed his name just as he threw his head back, lost, as his own climax began. She watched the straining tendons in his neck while he thrust deep within her, once, twice, three times, and then he came with a roar that rivaled the crash of the waves along the rocky shore.
Tanner fell over her, both of them drenched with sweat despite the chill sea air. Lira lay still beneath him, awed by the power of their joining. She thanked the Gods for placing these three men in her path. Any one of them would have been enough. Each was a courageous, righteous man. If she wasn’t the royal heir, if she didn’t need to find three mates who could share her attentions and her body without acrimony, she would have loved any one of them on his own, Red or Wat or Tanner.
Each man held a portion of her heart. Wat, she loved for his brash good humor, his generous spirit, and his ingenuity, Red, for
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