Chapter 26 Embers of the Crown #5
His tongue dragged down the line of my neck, biting hard enough to bruise, making me whimper. His fingers twisted, thumb pressing outside, pushing me further, his palm smearing spit and slick everywhere, making a mess of my ass, my thighs, my cock.
Viktor let a thick string of spit fall from his mouth, catching it on my cock, using his tongue to smear it everywhere, up and down, over the head, over my balls, making me slip and slide and leak all over his face.
He sucked one ball deep, then the other, then pressed his tongue lower, licking at my rim, joining Dom’s fingers, spit mixing with slick, making me tremble, making me plead for more.
Dom groaned, fingers working harder, opening me, filling me, knuckles pressing at the edge of pain, pleasure, need. “You’re perfect, Sebastian,” he murmured, breath hot on my skin. “So fucking greedy. You’d let us wreck you all night, wouldn’t you?”
My answer came out a broken sob, ass grinding down on his hand, cock fucking into Viktor’s throat, spit and precome and sweat dripping down my thighs, my chest, my chin. I couldn’t hold still, couldn’t stop begging, every word spilling out like confession.
“Please, please, more—need it, need you both, need to be ruined—”
Viktor moaned around me, the vibration setting every nerve alight, his tongue plunging into my slit, then licking lower, working in tandem with Dom’s fingers, mouth and hand claiming me, owning me.
He sucked at my hole, lapping up the mess, pushing spit inside, then pulling back to spit again, filthier, wetter, dragging his tongue over my balls, up my cock, over the head, swallowing me again.
Dom twisted his wrist, pressing a third finger in, stretching me wide, thumb massaging my sweet spot, palm grinding against my rim. His other hand pulled at my nipple, twisting until pain and pleasure blurred, his teeth biting down on my shoulder, marking me, branding me as his.
Viktor’s hand pumped my shaft, twisting, squeezing, his mouth never leaving me, spit and slick coating everything, every stroke another threat, another promise. Dom’s voice rumbled in my ear, filthy, worshipful. “You take it so well. Made for it. Our prince, our toy, our perfect little whore.”
A hard slap landed on my cock, Viktor’s palm making me jerk, making me cry out, my body teetering on the edge, desperate for permission, desperate to come, desperate to be split open and used.
“Not yet,” Dom growled, fingers pressing in deeper, twisting, scissoring, stretching, making me see stars. “You’ll come when we say. Not before.”
Viktor’s mouth sealed over the head, sucking hard, his tongue flicking, teasing, torturing me with pleasure. Dom spat on my hole, using the slick to work his fingers deeper, making me feel full, stretched, claimed.
I was shaking, sweating, body on fire, every inch of me owned by their mouths, their hands, their words. I could taste them both, feel them everywhere, my world narrowed to the bed, to their touch, to the ache of wanting and never getting enough.
Dom bit my ear, teeth sharp, voice barely more than a growl. “Beg for more. Tell us what you want.”
My voice broke, words tumbling out, desperate, raw, unfiltered. “Want your cocks, want you inside me, want to be fucked, want to be filled, want to be broken for you—please, please, please—”
The command barely left Dom’s lips before they seized me—Viktor’s hands in my hair, Dom’s grip rough on my hips—flipping and guiding, rolling me onto my front, then up onto my knees, body trembling and ready, every nerve screaming for more.
My hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, back arched as they manhandled me into position, exactly how they wanted me: open, exposed, owned.
Viktor’s body shifted beneath me, broad chest sliding between my legs, his cock thick and flushed freed from the underwear, the tip leaking against his stomach as he settled flat on his back.
He pulled my hips forward until my thighs straddled his chest, ass tipped up and back, cock swaying above his mouth, balls heavy and wet against his sternum.
Dom knelt behind, hands gliding over my thighs, thumbs spreading me wider, opening me to the cool air and Viktor’s hungry gaze.
His breath teased my hole, making me clench, making me crave every filthy thing he’d give.
I heard the soft snap of elastic as Dom shoved his underwear down, his cock slapping hot and heavy against my ass, the weight and size of him dizzying, terrifying, perfect.
Dom’s voice dropped, thick with admiration and heat. “Fuck, look at this. So pink. So fucking tight.” He leaned in, tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe from my balls up over my rim, savoring the taste, humming with satisfaction. “Bet you taste even better than you look.”
My body jolted, shuddering under the force of his tongue, back arching deeper, ass pressing into his face. Viktor’s hands gripped my thighs, holding me wide for Dom, his voice rough and hungry below me. “Don’t move. Let him eat you out. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Dom spat on my hole, thick and wet, using his fingers to spread the mess, then dove in—mouth sealing over the sensitive skin, tongue plunging inside, working me open with slow, relentless strokes.
His stubble scratched, his lips sucked, his teeth grazed just enough to make me gasp and whimper, every sound echoing in the candlelit room.
Viktor’s cock pressed to my cheek, heavy and leaking. His hands guided me down, palm cupping the back of my head, fingers carding through my hair, a gentle threat. “Open your mouth. Take me. Show Dom how greedy you are.”
My lips parted, tongue out, welcoming the taste of Viktor’s cock, the thick head pressing past my lips, the salt and heat of him overwhelming.
I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks, throat stretching as he filled my mouth, Viktor’s groan rumbling through his chest, pride and approval tangled in every sound.
Dom’s hands squeezed my ass, thumbs digging into the crease, spreading me wider, tongue fucking me slow, deliberate, savoring the way I trembled and moaned around Viktor’s cock.
“Such a good boy,” Dom praised, voice muffled by my flesh, breath hot as he tongued me open.
“You love this, don’t you? Love being used, being made a mess. ”
I couldn’t answer. My mouth was full, my ass was full, every inch of me taken, worshipped, owned. Dom’s tongue pressed deeper, his nose buried in my crack, spit dripping down my thighs, every wet, filthy sound making my cock jerk, making Viktor hiss with pleasure as I moaned around him.
Dom pulled back, breath coming hard, and slapped his cock against my ass—heavy, thick, the smack sharp and obscene.
The weight of him pressed to my hole, teasing, threatening, not entering yet, just letting me feel how much he could give, how much I’d have to take.
“You feel that, Sebastian?” Dom taunted, rubbing the slick head over my rim, tapping, slapping, smearing spit and precome everywhere.
“You’re going to take all of it. You’re going to open up for both of us and beg for more. ”
Viktor’s hands tangled tighter in my hair, his hips bucking up, cock sliding over my tongue, fucking my mouth with slow, punishing thrusts. “Don’t stop. Keep sucking. Make a mess. Show us how much you need it.”
I worked him deeper, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth, cheeks burning, every breath a gasp, a sob, a prayer.
Dom’s hands kept my ass spread, his cock slapping my hole, spit dripping from his lips as he pressed in again, tongue fucking me, then pulling back to spit directly onto my rim, fingers circling, teasing, not letting me close, not letting me escape.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Dom growled, one hand squeezing my hip, the other working over my lower back, tracing the arch, the shiver of my spine. “Can’t wait to feel you clench around me. Gonna ruin you, pretty boy. Gonna make you scream.”
Viktor’s cock slid deeper, the head pressing against the back of my throat, his grip relentless but gentle, eyes watching me, pride and hunger and something darker burning in the silver depths.
He slowed, letting me breathe, letting me worship him, tongue working over the shaft, lips swollen and wet, spit and precome slicking every inch.
Dom spat again, thick and messy, smearing it with his thumb, the sound making me ache, making me desperate. His cock slapped my ass, marking me, branding me, making me crave the stretch, the burn, the fullness I knew was coming.
Their voices tangled around me, praise and promise, filth and hunger. Viktor beneath me, cock in my mouth, hands on my hips. Dom behind me, tongue and fingers working my hole, cock heavy and leaking, breath hot on my skin.
I was nothing but need—shaking, sweating, stretched between them, mouth and ass full, desperate for more, for everything.
Dom bit down on the curve of my ass, tongue flicking my rim one last time before he pressed the head of his cock against me, not entering yet, just letting me feel the heat, the promise, the threat. “Beg for it, Sebastian. Beg for us to ruin you.”
My voice came out as a sob, mouth full of Viktor’s cock, hips grinding back, desperate for the stretch, the pain, the pleasure. “Please. Please. I need it—need you, both of you, want to be filled, want to be broken, want to be yours.”
Every muscle shook, held taut between Viktor’s cock in my mouth and the thick, urgent promise of Dom behind me. Spit, sweat, and the heat of their bodies blurred the world down to sensation and hunger.
Viktor’s hand left my hair, reaching out, palm up, never taking his eyes off mine.
“Lube,” he commanded, voice low and sharp.
Dom fumbled on the nightstand, tossed the bottle to Viktor without breaking contact with my ass.
Viktor pressed it into Dom’s palm, their fingers brushing, electricity snapping between them, the air charged with intent.
“Get him ready,” Viktor ordered, voice rough, proud, full of hunger.