Pleasure's Offering by Moira Sutton

abandon. But before she could take what she wanted, Izar grabbed her, forcing her to face him.
    “No, no, beloved,” he said, kissing her deeply. “You have to tell us, what do you desire?”
    Behind her, Jeric made a deep, male sound of need and satisfaction, teasing her ass with his slick cock while Izar’s pressed against the entrance to her pussy, the blunt head sliding across her slick slit. Every movement made her mind hazy with desire, but no matter how she struggled, the men wouldn’t let her slide down as she wanted. So, at last, she found the words.
    “You,” she whispered, her voice little more than breath and desire. “Both of you. I want to you to fill me.”
    Izar moved in closer, kissing her deeply, and then, as though on some predetermined signal, the two men eased her down.
    It was Dezira’s own heaven. The two cocks slid slowly, beautifully into her, filling her so fully Zoa thought she would cry from pure joy. Jeric’s body was a wall behind her, his cock hard as stone. At the same time, Izar was in front of her, his cock buried to the hilt. They were all joined with her in the center, the bridge that united the three of them in a burning union. The feeling was so perfect, so right , her body began to tremble. It reminded her of the sweet buildup just before orgasm, but this was deeper, hotter, and bigger than anything she could manage on her own. It was magic, she realized at last. Her own magic building, mixing with the mad lust and desire the three of them had created.
    The power of it took her completely by surprise. Zoa was used to handling large amounts of lust. She regularly worked with crowds, after all. She’d handled the lust at Rosa’s without straining, but even the lust of that night didn’t match what was building now. This was something like she’d never felt before, and from the way Jeric had stopped breathing behind her, she knew he felt it too. In front of her, Izar was flushed and shaking, his eyes drunk with lust. But he was not lost. Izar was still there behind the haze and his face was full of promise as his hands gripped her thighs. And then, slow as the rising tide, he began to move inside her.
    She and Jeric both cried out as the lust in the room moved with him, catching them in its wave. Izar moved once on his own, and then Jeric grabbed her waist and began to move with him, the two of them pumping into her in unison. With each thrust, the magic sang, flooding Zoa’s mind with power even as her body was burned away. She could only close her eyes and hold on, leaning against Jeric and gripping Izar’s shoulders as she fought to contain and control the magic. It was almost like that morning they had woken her up, but this time she was determined to keep things under control.
    It was a losing battle. The men were as overtaken as she was, the both of them holding on to her for dear life as their bodies moved on instinct. The power grew with every wild thrust, spreading like a hurricane with the three of them at the center. Through the intense connection of the magic, Zoa could feel their orgasms nearing, and the rise of their pleasure carried her own up as well, the three of them building to something so intense Zoa began to be afraid. But she could not stop. Nothing could stop what was coming as Jeric and Izar thrust faster and faster until, at last, their bodies bucked hard against her. As they tumbled over the edge, Zoa tumbled with them, the orgasm thundering through her as it thundered through them. And as they came, the power, and Zoa’s control, broke.
    Magic flew out of her, burning through the lust in the air like a wildfire catching dead grass. The magic was pure power, formless and enormous. Zoa tried frantically to call it back, to shield the others, but her specialty was building magic, not holding it. Still, if this had been a normal bout of runaway magic, she could have caught it, but this was something else entirely, and it burned through her just like