Chapter 24
Guinevere
I toss my sword aside in disgust, turning my back on Alaric so I’m not deceived a moment longer by his false earnestness. I don’t buy his offer for a moment. It’s only a lie meant to make me trust him because he knows he’ll never defeat me now and I’ll never let him go.
I stalk from the courtyard, seeking space, peace, something to calm my racing mind. My veins throb with pent up energy and there’s an answering throb between my thighs that I try not to think about.
I took too much pleasure in the twisted things I did to Alaric while he was tied up and helpless.
Ducking through the archway into the only surviving room in the castle, I lean my back against the cool stone and close my eyes.
A soft voice at my side alerts me to Raban’s presence. “You do not trust him, princess?”
Without opening my eyes, I shake my head. “Never. How can I?”
Raban is quiet for a while. When I open my eyes to study his face, I find that Corvin has joined us as well. He stands further back than my sweet Raban, but he looks equally concerned.
“You are right to be suspicious,” Corvin says, stroking a hand over his short beard.
I sense he wants to say more—is holding back. I would be surprised if Corvin were to advocate for Alaric. He was the most vocal in forming our plan to capture and torment him.
“It is more than suspicion.”
He nods. “I thought as much. Your emotions are guiding you. Which is understandable. You lost your last hours with your father, and your life as you knew it, because of him. But did you not also tell us you needed to stop the queen from destroying your father’s kingdom?”
I sigh. “I did. Which is exactly why I do not trust Alaric to help me. He knows I have no love for her and this could all be a trap.”
“That is true,” Corvin says.
“What does your heart tell you?” asks Raban.
I smile ruefully. “My heart is dead. Right now all I feel is anger. It burns so hot I would do anything to end him. But why would he hand me the key to his own destruction? That makes no sense. Just because we haven’t succeeded does not mean we can never be successful.
We have not yet tried all the means we could employ. ”
“You are right. I can think of plenty of other things we could try.” Corvin looks positively gleeful at this thought and that stirs the fire within me.
“What if he regrets what he did?” asks Raban.
I scoff. “He would have to have a heart for that.”
There’s a pause. No one says anything, and my mind races over all the possibilities.
“What if he could help me defeat her? After all, he’s served her for many years.
She trusts him. If he’s truly willing to help me, then it would be easy for him to bypass all the other guards and get straight into her chamber to do the deed. ”
Corvin nods. “This is good thinking. There is no need to decide tonight. We can wait.” His smile darkens. “And while we wait, we can continue to test him.”
“Like I did tonight?”
“Exactly. Does he not deserve to suffer more to repay his crimes against our princess?”
Raban looks conflicted.
“What do you think?” I ask him.
His long tail flicks behind him. “I did enjoy watching you with him tonight.”
My brows lift, and I study his expression more closely. He is intently focused on me as always. There’s a mixture of devotion and excitement on his face. “Did you?”
His cheeks color, and he looks aside at Corvin. “I think we all did, princess. You are beautiful always, but like that… When you are truly in command…” He trails off, but it’s clear his reaction is positive.
Just when I think he will not say more, he glances back at me shyly. “When you used the wooden cock on him, I may have been a little jealous.”
My gaze flicks to Corvin to see his reaction. I’ve never asked Raban if he speaks with the others about our extra-curricular activities. To my surprise, Corvin sighs. “As was I.”
I’m now completely distracted from thoughts about Alaric. Mind spinning with possibilities, I look between them both. “You wanted me to do that to you?”
Raban wets his lips with his tongue. “Not as punishment. Not like that, but for you to bind and use my body. For you to fill me over and over…” His voice is full of need, and I wonder how far he would take things.
Corvin doesn’t seem at all surprised by Raban’s reaction. “And what about you? You wanted that as well?”
Corvin nods. “To serve, to be used by you. That’s what we all want, princess. It gives us purpose.”
I’m beginning to understand just how much. “But it does not make you jealous that you both want me?” I look between the two gargoyles.
Corvin frowns. “I am jealous because I am not included, but if you are asking if I want my brother to miss out on your attention, then the answer is no. We are used to sharing. Why not this too?”
At his words I’m alive with sensation, immediately picturing all the possibilities of having two beautiful creatures give themselves to me. After all, Raban told me they have pleasured each other. Why not me at the same time? “Then would you like to join us?” I ask Corvin.
His wings flex and his tail flicks behind him. “More than anything.”
My body hums with energy despite our earlier battle and there are hours before dawn. Alaric can wait. He’s going nowhere, tied up to the stake in the courtyard and watched over by évandre.
I smile at Corvin and Raban. “Show me how you pleasure each other. I want to watch you.”
I thought they might hesitate, but Corvin immediately steps toward Raban and swiftly unties the loincloth covering the other male. Raban’s cock is already swelling. It grows larger still as Corvin takes it in his hand, cupping it as he leans in to kiss Raban.
As their lips meet, I watch in fascination.
I expected the kiss to be hungry, aggressive, as masculine in energy as their two firm muscular bodies are.
But instead it’s tender, seeking. Corvin draws a moan from Raban as he teases the other gargoyle’s lips open with his own.
The sight of his tongue slipping into Raban’s mouth starts a flutter low in my belly.
I draw closer, eager to see everything. As I watch, Corvin strokes Raban slowly, and his cock grows to full hardness, sticking out from his body the way it did the other night in the bath house.
Corvin holds Raban close, pulling his body against him, trailing kisses down his neck.
Raban groans, thrusting into the other male’s grip.
Corvin is still wearing his loincloth, but I want to see him, to find out whether his shape pleases me in the same way Raban’s does.
“I want you naked too,” I tell him.
He pauses to look around at me, reaching instantly for the fastening. “As you wish.”
He drops the cloth to the floor, and I reach out to touch him instantly. I can’t resist. His member is the perfect twin of Rabans’s—long and curved, though Corvin’s points slightly down rather than up toward his belly.
He shudders as I take him in my hand, so I stroke him just like I did with Raban. Satisfaction fills me when he lets out a low moan. With my other hand, I grasp Raban, drawing them closer together until their tips meet, slick in my palms.
“Does that feel good?” I ask them.
“So good.” Raban’s voice is barely a whisper. He looks for a moment as if he would reach out for me.
“Is this what you do when you’re together?”
He nods.
Corvin thrusts into my hand. “This or sometimes we use our mouths or we take turns fucking each other.”
Mouths? I’ve heard lewd jokes about such acts but never knew whether to believe people truly did such things. “Show me.”
With a grin, Corvin withdraws from my hold and gets to his knees. Then, slowly, he brings his mouth to where I’m holding Raban, opening his lips and licking along the base of the head.
Raban groans. I watch in delight as Corvin makes a circle with his tongue then wraps his lips around it, drawing Raban’s cock into his mouth.
I’m still holding the base of Raban’s shaft.
As Corvin takes more of it into his mouth, his lips meet my hand, and he looks up at me.
Something passes between us. A request, a knowing.
I move my hand to the base of Raban’s cock, feeding Corvin until his lips nudge my hand again. Then he draws back, sucking on the end of the shaft until he slides free with a pop.
The sounds Raban makes as Corvin does this make me damp between my thighs.
Not ready to stop but too absorbed in the moment for words, I place my hand on the back of Corvin’s head and draw him forward again.
He complies eagerly, taking Raban’s cock in his mouth again, and I let out my own hum of pleasure as he takes it all the way down to the base.
What must this feel like? From everything I’m seeing and hearing, it must feel very good. I wonder if there is a method to it or if everything feels good. I wonder how they discovered it and how many nights were spent exploring each other’s bodies.
I want at once to watch Corvin do this all night but also to hear him make the same little moans Raban is making. So after a while, I pull his head back and hold him there, fingers threaded through his hair. “Your turn.”
Raban’s cock jumps and moisture leaks from the tip.
Corvin stands, and the two surround me so their wings screen us from the world, blanketing me in desire for both of them. It feels so perfect that I can’t imagine how I was satisfied with only one other to play with.
I watch as Raban lowers to his knees and crawls closer to Corvin.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and bring him closer to the other male, until Corvin’s cock sits on Raban’s tongue.
Raban waits, mouth open, eyes on me. A shiver runs through me as I nudge him forward and he takes Corvin into his mouth.
The way Corvin’s cock slides through Raban’s lips spikes pleasure through me from my core all the way out to the tips of my toes.
My fingers tighten in the long hair on the back of Raban’s neck.
He moans. Soon we’re working Corvin’s cock faster, pumping up and down while Corvin’s head falls back.
He reaches out, placing a hand on my shoulder to steady himself.
The touch heightens my connection to the two of them, and I squeeze my legs together, savoring the wet press of slick lips.
I want to see them come apart; to hold their pleasure in my hand. To bring it into being. Pulling Raban’s hungry mouth from Corvin’s member, I guide him to stand.
“Take him,” I tell Corvin.
I back up against the wall so Raban can brace with his hands either side of my head, bending forward to give himself to Corvin.
Raban’s face as Corvin enters him is so beautiful my body reacts, nipples tightening, core throbbing.
His mouth falls open, and he lets out a long moan of pleasure as Corvin works his way inside.
I reach for him, pulling him down into a hungry kiss.
Corvin thrusts into him from behind and I cling to him, all of us more and more excited as it goes on.
I want to climb Raban, to take him inside myself as Corvin fucks him, but I never want to feel the pain of invasion again.
So instead I reach down and grasp his cock, pumping him with my hand in time with Corvin’s thrusts.
Raban is shaking. His belly is taut, and his breathing comes in ragged bursts.
I do not let up. Not even when he presses his eyes closed and rests his head on my shoulder.
He nuzzles against me, and I have no defense against the warm soft feelings growing in my chest where my heart used to beat.
I try to force them down again, but it’s no good.
He’s so sweet in my arms, and when pleasure overtakes him, it seems to flow through me too.
The warm, sticky wetness in my hand comes too soon for my liking.
I lift my fingers to his lips and he licks them clean. “Thank you, princess.”
I look to Corvin, who still has not finished, beckoning to him. Leaving Raban’s body, he comes to me, and I stroke him with one hand while I hold Raban against me on the other side. Corvin’s jaw is tight. He can’t keep still as I work my hand up and down his shaft.
Behind him his wings are restless, snapping out and folding back again as he thrusts his hips. “Please, princess. Let me cum for you.”
So the act has a name. I smile. “You may cum.”
A shudder runs through him, and he braces over me with one muscled arm. With three strong pumps of his hips, he surges against me and cries out. Then he spends into my hand with a final groan, and I lift his liquid pleasure to his mouth just as I did for Raban.
Corvin lowers his head and sucks my fingers clean. Then in a profoundly erotic gesture, he turns his head and claims a kiss from Raban. I’m close enough to see the transfer of liquid between them and know Corvin has left his taste on Raban’s tongue.
I sigh. “You are both so beautiful. I think I will need to watch you many more times.”
Raban nuzzles close, and Corvin wraps his arms around both of us. “It would be our pleasure, princess, but do you not want us to please you as well?”
My body is still humming with pent up energy, but I hesitate. Eventually I shake my head. “No. Perhaps next time.”
I don’t mean it, though.