Chapter XLVII Moons #2
When I’m ready, he rolls me to my back and kisses me slowly, breathing soft moans into my mouth. We haven’t kissed much, and his mouth is less familiar to me than Magnar’s, so I prick myself on his teeth until he pulls back with a laugh.
“Careless little diamond. Does it hurt?”
“Just a little. Don’t worry about it. I’m used to my monster men having sharp teeth and claws.”
“And big cocks, hmm?”
I huff as he rolls me to my side, settling in behind me, the sheets thrown off. The room is chilly, but I’m warmed by his body and my arousal.
“Yes, of course, my well-endowed knight.”
He eases himself inside me, and I clutch the sheets, that first moment of fullness excruciating. It doesn’t matter how well I’m prepared—it’s always a shock and a thrill to be so stretched, unnaturally invaded. With Khay, it’s doubly straining as his piercings slip in one by one.
He releases a long, shaky breath when he bottoms out, laying a careful hand on my belly where he feels himself through my skin.
“This is the hottest thing ever,” he whispers, his hips flexing to drive himself deeper, even though he’s completely swallowed within me. “Need a moment?”
“Yes, please. Sing me some more.”
He strokes my bulging belly with the pads of his fingers, singing softly.
Khay has a beautiful voice, masculine and controlled, and I sigh with pleasure as the melody wraps around me.
Somewhere around the second stanza, he rocks carefully, only sliding out a small part of his length and pressing back in with easy, gliding movements.
I grab onto the sheets and breathe harder, feeling him so deep, so close. It’s slow and leisurely, and it doesn’t feel like Khay even wants to come at this point. He’s just inside me, so very close. The darkness loses the last of its menacing shadow and I’m cocooned in pleasure.
The door opens with a soft click, a large silhouette looming against the faint light in the corridor.
“Caliane?”
“I’m here.” My heart wrenches when I realize Magnar woke up and went to look for me when he didn’t find me in bed.
He closes the door behind him and comes closer. Khay never stops moving, and my husband releases a shaky breath. His voice is soft, a little sad.
“You’re fucking.”
“Come in bed with us,” Khay says, sounding completely unconcerned about Magnar’s mood. “There’s room enough.”
He tugs me closer into him, and Magnar climbs in, facing me. His hands roam, finding my face, my shoulder, then Khay behind me. I reach out to embrace him, and he shifts around until we’re face to face, his lips seeking mine in the dark.
We kiss as I rock from Khay’s lazy movements, and Magnar thrusts his tongue deep into my mouth, always hungry, always greedy. My slowly humming arousal kicks up a notch, and I arch my back, inviting Khay deeper.
“She likes it,” my knight whispers. “Maybe there’s enough room inside you, too, my lady.”
I freeze, exhaling in a rush, and Magnar’s back shivers under my palm. He swallows audibly. There’s just enough light to see his glistening eyes, his white hair like a halo.
“Is there room, Caliane?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper honestly. “But I want to try and see.”
Khay jerks inside me, his body reacting with obvious appreciation. Magnar presses one more kiss into my lips and undresses in the dark, clothes and sheets rustling. When he settles in front of me again, he’s naked from the waist down, still wearing the soft shirt he puts on for bed on cold nights.
“Ready?” Khay asks, lifting my top leg. “Come in, brother. It’s a party for three.”
I shiver, waiting, while Magnar positions himself, closer and closer until his tip nudges my entrance. We both hiss, Khay and me, and I know Khay feels him, too. Judging by the way he swells harder, he’s definitely enjoying it.
“Slowly,” Magnar whispers shakily. “Fuck, love. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Tell me if it hurts, if you want to stop, anything.”
I clutch his side as he pushes in. There’s a moment of resistance, and I fear it won’t happen, after all, Khay’s girth taking up too much space.
But Magnar’s slick at the tip and so hard, his cock forges a stubborn way into me.
When he slides in, I cry out instantly, and Khay pants over my head, moaning out Agnidari curses, or maybe blessings.
“Deeper,” I moan. “The crown… Too wide… You have to…”
Magnar obeys, giving me another inch until the wide head presses past my opening. It’s still unbearable, everything between my legs impossibly swollen and stretched, stuffed beyond comprehension. Magnar stops, heaving in large breaths, and Khay flexes his hips until we all jolt together.
“This is unbearably good,” Magnar bites out through clenched teeth. “Caliane? You all right?”
“I don’t know,” I sob. “It’s too much. Doesn’t hurt. Just… So full.”
“But full is good, isn’t it?” Khay says, voice breathy. “Fuck, I feel you inside her. Come a bit deeper.”
Magnar grips my hip and moves with effort. I moan through it, digging my nails into his flesh. He stops with a shaky exhale.
“I have to force it. No good. She can’t take it.”
“Force it if you must,” I grit out, surprising myself. “Please. Deeper. I need you.”
Gods, they both throb within me and I feel every pulse, every twitch, their heat, and mind-blowing weight. Magnar isn’t even halfway in. My mouth goes slack as I try to imagine what it will feel like when he penetrates me all the way, his knob teasing me with every thrust.
“Hear that?” Khay asks. “Force it. Come on. Make your wife take it, Magnar. I’m already all the way inside her.”
My husband growls, reaching out to grasp Khay, who swears. “Careful, Khay. I can see well enough to find your jugular.”
“Empty threats. Come on, fuck your wife. She needs you.”
Their fighting makes me slicken with more lust, and when Magnar forces another inch into me, it’s a bit easier. He breathes fast in excitement, and I reach down between us to see how much there is still to go.
“Fuck! You have to warn me, pet.”
I slide my fingers up his shaft and comb through the coarse hair curling around the root. I wrap my hand around him and tug him closer. Magnar gasps, then laughs so loudly, both me and Khay startle.
“Naughty pet,” he says. “But you’ll take it how I give it—slowly. I need my wife to be well even if that means I won’t get to fuck her.”
Khay snorts. “You’ll just wait your turn like a gentleman if this doesn’t work out. Come on. Give us some more. I’m dying over here from staying still and waiting for you.”
I shiver, and Magnar grunts. Khay’s words are seemingly innocent, but they make it explicitly obvious they are both in it, in me, together. It’s not just me with two lovers. It’s three of us, together.
Give us some more.
Oh, illicit, devious men. My insides clench with that realization, and they both curse. Magnar pushes deeper, and I cry out, my belly enormously full, my flesh stretched to the limit.
“I’ll take a break,” he says. “Try to move if you’re so impatient, Khay. Let’s see if you can. Slow and easy.”
“Oh, I’m easy,” Khay says with a low laugh, gripping my buttock.
He pulls back, and I almost expire on the spot, the friction overwhelming, horrible, perfect. Magnar grits out something intelligible, his cock jerking inside me, and Khay’s breath hitches.
“Damn. I won’t last long. I never thought I’d say this, but it’s too tight.”
“I feel your piercings. Fuck, so good. Caliane? Are you well?”
“Oh, don’t make me say this! I’ll tell you if something’s wrong.”
Khay thrusts back in, and Magnar hisses from pleasure.
“Don’t make you say what, pet?”
“That I love it,” I gasp when Khay pulls back again, every inch taking effort, my body refusing to let him go.
“It’s good that you love it,” Magnar says, laughing through the strain as he slides another inch deeper. “You’re a filthy girl that loves being stuffed full, aren’t you?”
I cry out when he thrusts in again, and Khay moans deeply, his chest heaving at the back of my head.
Magnar grunts and flexes his hips the final time, burying himself in me, and I lose my breath.
For a horrifying, wondrous moment, it feels like I can’t breathe, like they are too deep, squeezing my lungs.
But as Magnar once said, he’ll never be deep enough to affect my breathing. My men shift and move, their hands caressing me and finding each other in the dark, and I gasp in deep lungfuls of air, my body bursting at the seams.
“Fuck, what now?” Khay asks, laughing recklessly. “I don’t think we can both move. You go first for a while, then me?”
Magnar grunts and lifts my thigh, repositioning me, and Khay follows, adapting seamlessly.
When Magnar moves, I teeter on the edge of an orgasm already, his knob pressing in so much harder in the tightness.
I sob and whimper, clawing at him until I’m sure my nails break skin, and he moans, deep and low, while Khay curses softly behind me.
“Fuck. I feel you in her. You’re so fucking hard. Oh, Magnar.”
Magnar pauses with a soft, inquiring sound, and Khay whispers another curse. My husband thrusts, settling as deep inside me as he can. Oh, I burst. I ache. And I almost come, only he stops.
“Do you want me to ignore it, Khay?”
My knight groans reluctantly, pressing himself to me as close as he can. “No. Maybe. Fuck, I don’t know where it came from.”
A little imp pops up in my mind, whispering that I should do something to get my men moving so I can come. Magnar hums in thought, hesitating, and I smile into his chest.
“You don’t know where it came from, Khay? Maybe from the same place as you telling me Magnar’s beautiful that first night?”
Khay hisses like an angry snake, and Magnar chuckles, reaching over me. He clasps Khay’s shoulder.
“You always have my back.”
Khay releases a frustrated breath and moves with long, measured thrusts. I moan in satisfaction as the imp in my head celebrates while my knight grunts through gritted teeth.
“It’s an innocent fucking crush, and I’ve had it since I was sixteen. Not even a crush. Just—admiration. Before today, I never even thought about you like this, and I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. Never got hard for you, not once.”
He sounds angry and frustrated, and I blink in the dark, my lips falling open in a gasp. Magnar’s silent until Khay stills with a heavy sigh.
“Fine. Forget it. I’m just fucked up. I don’t even like you like this, so I don’t know! It’s all because of Caliane.”
Magnar snorts. “Calm down. So you think I’m hot. Many people do, you’re not alone.”
“You’re a dick.”
“Mhm. Stop pouting and fuck our girl, cause it feels good when you do. I wish I could kiss you, Caliane.”
“Kiss Khay,” the imp says through my mouth.