Valgar
After a moment’s thought, he understood why it felt so intense; it was coming from both of them.
And what was coming was laughter and joy and.
.. Lust. He swallowed and hurried to the next door, finding an empty guest chamber and nearly falling on the bed as another wave of it came through, making his cock throb and his head spin.
Mar had said... He reached for the bonds, pure instinct and gasped, falling onto his back on the carefully pressed covers on the bed. He took hold of his cock, squeezing to soothe the hardness of it.
He couldn’t know what they were doing; so the ghost sensation of hands on hips and a mouth sucking on his earlobe came without warning as he struggled to open up his clothes, making him rip them in his haste and curse as a familiar grip tightened on his cock, thumb circling the head and spreading the slickness.
His own hand followed suit, and her name fell from his lips as he jerked himself harder. “Mar...”
She could not hear him, but Quincy was pushing into her touch, seeking even more. When the deep inner pleasure came from the other side, he nearly spent.
But they must have been close too, because the wave retreated for a moment.
He opened his eyes, because—
The sound he made was too low to be called a scream, but it was loud enough to be overheard.
And Valgar couldn’t find it in himself to care if he alerted half the servants in the castle: her body was squeezing around his cock, lovingly consuming every inch of him until he was inside, safe and treasured and owned.
It was all he could pay attention to and yet it wasn’t all, because the stretch was also there, like he was fucking himself.
And fuck, she was so wet. He... He was so wet.
He’d felt the echo of it when he and Quincy fucked, but his own body had taken precedence, and now.
.. Oh gods, he clenched, stripping himself so fast it hurt a little and not caring.
They must have been kissing the whole way through, but it was a sharp bite on his lip that sent him crashing, brain and body lighting up with it all, a barrage of pleasure that had to be allowed through.
Valgar felt his seed fall upon his belly and chest, some of it as far as his neck, and then another wave made him clench his teeth and toss his head, trembling violently in the grips of it as the third shock came, a little tamer but still setting all his overused nerves alight.
It was not over, but he had enough sense to pull back from the bonds then and let his own heart slow down. He could still feel them as they came together, their pleasure, their shy joy, the momentary awkwardness when they found something new together.
He laughed aloud. Oh, by earth and sky, but he was blessed.