Chapter 21
Marcus pulled out of me, and I gave a soft cry or regret which made him laugh.
“Oh I’m not done with you yet. I just want to see those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my cock as I fill you with my cum. Now, get on your knees.”
I sucked in my breath, but did as he ordered, rolling over and onto my hands and knees. He pressed the head of his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth, letting him slide in as deep as he could.
“Fuck, that is so hot,” murmured Antonius, fisting his cock. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around him at the same time and he groaned.
Marcus's hands slid into my hair, guiding me down over his shaft as he gently thrust deeper.
I could taste the salt of his skin, feel the way his breath caught each time I worked my tongue around him. The dual sensations were overwhelming—being filled and filling, taking and giving pleasure simultaneously.
"Gods, Livia," Marcus groaned, his voice rough with need. "You feel so perfect like this."
Antonius's hand joined mine on his length, our fingers intertwining as we worked him together. His breathing was ragged, and I could see the tension building in his shoulders, the way his muscles coiled with approaching release.
Behind me, I felt the bed dip as someone settled between my spread thighs. Warm hands gripped my hips, and I moaned around Marcus as I felt the blunt head of another cock pressing against my entrance. Septimus, I realized, as he pushed into me with one smooth thrust that had me seeing stars.
The dual sensation—Marcus filling my mouth while Septimus claimed me from behind—was overwhelming.
I could barely think, could barely breathe, lost in the rhythm they established together.
When Marcus pulled back, Septimus thrust forward, keeping me constantly filled, constantly stretched between them.
The feeling of being completely surrounded, completely claimed by them, made every nerve ending sing with pleasure.
I could feel Septimus's restraint in the careful way he moved, the gentle grip of his hands on my hips as he fought to keep his rhythm steady despite the way I was clenching around him. Then suddenly he thrust deep inside me, his hips snapping forward as he cried out sharply. I pulled away from Marcus, looking around to find Tarshi on his knees behind Septimus, his cock buried deep inside him. The sight of them locked together, the expression of shock and lust on Septimus’s face sent heat flooding through me.
I watched for a moment, as Tarshi began to fuck Septimus slow and hard, driving himself deeper every time, and forcing Septimus deeper inside me.
"Look at you," Marcus breathed, his voice strained as he watched the erotic display.
"Taking all of us so perfectly." His grip in my hair tightened as he pulled my head back around, but this time he guided my mouth to Antonius.
I ran my tongue over his shaft, loving the deep rumble that came from him as I did so.
I opened my mouth to take Antonius in, feeling the familiar weight of him on my tongue as his hands threaded through my hair.
The taste of him, salty and masculine, made me moan around his length.
Behind me, the rhythm between Tarshi and Septimus had found its pace, each of Tarshi's powerful thrusts driving Septimus deeper into me with a force that made my vision blur.
"That's it," Antonius breathed, his voice rough with restraint as I worked my mouth over him. "Just like that, love."
The room filled with the sounds of our joined pleasure—soft moans, ragged breathing, the rhythmic movement of bodies finding their release together. I could feel eyes on us from across the room, could sense Sirrax and Jalend watching our intimate dance with barely contained desire of their own.
Septimus's rhythm was becoming erratic as Tarshi drove into him relentlessly, and I could feel through our bond how close he was to losing control completely.
One hand clamped down on my hip, holding me steady, the other between my legs, circling my clit as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.
"I can't—" Septimus gasped, his hands gripping my hips almost painfully tight. "Tarshi, I'm going to—"
"Not yet," Tarshi commanded, his voice rough with authority. "Wait for her."
The demand sent a thrill through me. I could feel my own climax building again, the dual stimulation of Septimus inside me and the taste of Antonius on my tongue pushing me toward another peak.
"Harder," Septimus pleaded.
“She comes first,” ordered Tarshi. “Then I’ll let you come too.”
The command in Tarshi's voice sent shockwaves through my already overwrought system. I could feel Septimus trembling behind me, his restraint costing him everything as he fought to obey while I worked my mouth over Antonius with increasing desperation.
"Please," I gasped, pulling away from Antonius for just a moment. "I need—"
But I couldn't finish the sentence because Septimus's fingers found exactly the right rhythm on my clit, and the sensation shattered my ability to form coherent words. My climax built like a storm, pressure coiling tight in my core until I thought I might break from the intensity of it.
Antonius's hand joined mine on his shaft, guiding my movements as his breathing grew more ragged. "Close," he warned, his voice strained. "So close, Livia."
But it was Septimus's fingers on my clit that finally pushed me over the edge.
The orgasm crashed through me with devastating force, my body convulsing around him as I cried out against Antonius's length.
The vibrations of my moan sent him tumbling after me, his release spilling across my tongue as his hands tightened in my hair.
"Now," Tarshi growled, and Septimus came with a broken shout, his body jerking against mine as he emptied himself deep inside me. The force of his climax triggered Tarshi's own, and I felt the tremors run through both of them as they found their release together. The pleasure was so overwhelming I could barely breathe, barely think beyond the sensation of being completely claimed by them. I felt them pull away, felt the warmth of Septimus’ cum between my legs and Antonius’ on my lips. My whole body hummed with pleasure.
Marcus reached out, taking hold of my legs, and pulling me around until my legs hung off the bed.
Lifting them over his shoulders, he gazed down at me, his expression darker than normal.
He reached down, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it over my clit.
I moaned, flinching back, already so sensitive.
“That was so fucking hot to watch,” Marcus told me. “And now it's my turn.”
He slammed into me so hard I saw stars. The force of Marcus's thrust drove all the air from my lungs, my back arching off the bed as he filled me completely. His grip on my thighs was bruising as he held me exactly where he wanted me, his dark eyes burning as he watched my face.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice rough with barely contained need. "After everything we just did, you're still so perfect around me."
I could only whimper in response, my hands fisting in the sheets as he began to move with devastating precision.
Each thrust hit something deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids, the pleasure so intense it bordered on too much.
My body was still trembling from my previous climaxes, every nerve ending hypersensitive to his touch.
"Look at me," Marcus commanded, and I forced my eyes open to meet his gaze. There was something possessive there, something that spoke of his need to claim me after watching the others have me. "I want to see your face when I make you come again."
"I can't," I gasped, the words barely coherent as he drove into me relentlessly. "Too much, Marcus, it's too—"
"You can," he said firmly, one hand sliding down to circle my clit with maddening precision. "You're going to come for me, just like you did for them.”
I could only moan in response, overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements and the possessive heat in his voice.
Through the haze of pleasure, I was dimly aware of the others watching us—Antonius collapsed beside me on the bed, still breathing hard from his own release, while Tarshi and Septimus had settled together nearby, hands still moving over each other as they watched Marcus take me.
Marcus's rhythm was relentless, each thrust sending shockwaves through my core that built on the lingering sensitivity from my previous climaxes.
I could feel another orgasm building despite my protests, my body responding to his skilled touch whether my mind thought it could handle more or not.
The intensity in his eyes was unlike anything I'd ever seen from him before.
There was a primal hunger there, something that went beyond mere desire into the realm of absolute possession.
I could feel it through our bond—not just his physical need, but his desperate desire to claim me, to mark me as his in a way that would erase the memory of Taveth's hands on me earlier.
"I need to feel you come apart for me," he said, his voice rough with emotion I hadn't expected. "I need to know you're mine, that you're safe."
The vulnerability beneath his commanding tone made my heart clench.
This wasn't just about pleasure—this was about reassurance, about proof that the bond between us was stronger than the darkness trying to tear us apart.
I reached up to cup his face, feeling the tension in his jaw as he fought for control.
"I'm yours," I whispered, meaning it with every fibre of my being. "All of yours. Always."
Something shifted in his expression at my words, the possessive hunger softening into something deeper.
His rhythm changed, becoming less frantic and more purposeful, each thrust deliberate and claiming.
I could feel my body responding despite my exhaustion, pleasure building again in slow, devastating waves.