CHAPTER 45
Vita
VITA’S STOMACH GRUMBLED, A pressure at her backside waking her from her slumber. She reached across the bed, patting her hand along the sheets in front of her, but no one was there. Just a strong arm wrapped around her waist, squeezing her tightly.
When she opened her eyes, she realized Renatus was gone, her heart sinking ever so slightly.
No, it didn’t mean anything. He didn’t have to be with her every moment of every day. He probably had work to do, certainly Shadowholde would be in shambles after what happened to the Praetor.
Verian stirred behind her, stretching his stiff muscles. “Good morning, sweet girl. ”
“Good morning to you, too.” Vita pulled out of his grasp, squirming around so she could see him.
He grinned, dragging her back to him and nuzzling the top of her head as she settled against his shoulder.
A question gnawed at her, her muscles tensing. “Won’t you be late for work?”
Verian hummed, tangling his fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp. “Things will be hectic, with what happened to…”
The Praetor.
Vita cleared her throat, not wanting the tears to spill again, not for that devil of a man. She didn’t regret what she’d done, not for a second. Amulius and Spurius got what they deserved, had tortured and killed who knows how many before they got to her, but it didn’t make the result of her actions any easier.
She’d taken two lives, and even if those people had been monsters, it weighed on her chest like a boulder.
Verian pressed a kiss to her forehead, as if sensing her thoughts. “You did nothing wrong, my sweet. They would have… they would have hurt you, would have killed me and the High Consul.”
“I know,” she said, and she did know, logically, but it didn’t stop the emotion from welling in her chest.
He continued, gazing down at her with a gentle smile. “And I won’t leave you, I promise. I… I’m sorry for before, for everything. I should have been there for you, supported you like you deserved.”
Before she could respond to the words that warmed her heart, the door creaked open, Renatus entering with a silver tray piled high with food. She sat up in the bed, quirking a brow, Verian following suit.
“The High Consul delivering breakfast for the two of us? Mere commoners?” he asked.
Renatus chuckled, bringing the tray to the bed and setting it in front of them. “Cheeky boy. I thought you both might be hungry.”
Hungry was an understatement. She eyed the cheese and fruits eagerly as Renatus sat next to her.
First, Vita downed an entire cup of water, her mouth as dry as an arid summer day. Having quenched a bit of her thirst, she dug into the food, taking tentative bites in the hopes of not upsetting her empty stomach. A bit of cheese, a small piece of bread, two slices of apples drizzled with honey.
Renatus watched with a smile as Verian tucked in too, less hesitant than she.
After a few minutes of pleasant silence, Verian brought a peach slice to her mouth, running the sweet flesh along her lips.
Vita grinned, brushing her tongue across the tender fruit, and his eyes widened. She took a bite, sticky juice dripping down her chin, and Renatus was on her in a flash, licking the sweet nectar before it trickled onto the bed. Verian brought the other half to his mouth, chewing as he watched Renatus tilt her head and press his lips to hers.
Tension coiled in her body, not the anxious strain from the past few days, but the delicious heat of arousal. His lips were soft, his kiss tentative as he leaned into her.
The bed creaked as Verian removed the tray, returning a second later and squeezing her bare thigh as she sat cross-legged. She pushed away from Renatus with a sigh, turning to Verian and pulling him in for a kiss.
Emotion buzzed in her chest, the intimacy more than any she’d ever experienced. But she didn’t want to cry now, wanted to enjoy every moment as she lived the dream she’d imagined many times over.
Gods, it felt so good to be between them, to be safe, to be whole. Pure bliss. She tried not to think about the future, about what it all meant, happy to revel in the embraces of her lovers.
When she pulled away from Verian’s firm lips, Renatus tangled his fingers in her hair, giving her a sly smile.
“Is there something you want, dear? Because I have some ideas for you. If you’re open to them,” he said, her body prickling with electric anticipation.
Vita nodded with a whimper, her mind racing with possibilities.
“On your stomach.” A command, not a question.
Verian made space so she could lay on her front, her arms curled underneath her body, eyes on Renatus .
“Why don’t you make sure our dear girl is relaxed,” he said as he walked to a chest of drawers, digging through to find something.
Verian mumbled an assent, running firm hands up and down her back as Renatus returned to the bed, multiple objects in his hands. One was a glass vial of clear liquid, and the others…
Vita’s pulse quickened, though she didn’t quite understand what she was seeing. Spires of pure white marble in varying lengths that ended in flared bases. A knot of arousal tied in her stomach as realization dawned on her. What… or who … the objects were for.
“Do these look appealing to you?” Renatus asked.
All she could do was nod, but he shook his head. “Use your words, darling. Do you want this?”
“Yes, I want it,” Vita managed, the answer lighting up his face.
Verian’s lithe fingers kneaded the muscles in her back, still sore from a full day spent in the damp cell, as the other man coated his fingers with slick oil, running them over the smallest spire.
Renatus moved in close, whispering in her ear. “If you are uncomfortable, we can stop at any point.”
Then he was behind her, running an icy hand down her spine, massaging her ass and thighs. Renatus pressed an oiled finger into her back entrance, a bevy of sensations racing through her. It was different from the usual way she had sex with men, with a slight pinch of pain, but it made her feel whole, content.
“Relax, my dear,” he said as Verian continued to rub her shoulders and upper back.
Vita took a deep breath as he added a second finger, slowly moving them in and out. Another pinch of pain, though it quickly gave way to the dull ache of arousal that had settled in her core.
When he removed his fingers completely, she almost protested, but then there was something else, the cool touch of marble prodding her before slipping inside. No pinch this time, just erotic pleasure that made her head swim.
“What a good girl you are,” he purred as he crawled up the bed, kissing her cheek .
She sighed, trying to focus on her breath even though her body trembled. Renatus took Verian’s hand, interlacing their fingers together, and dragged him off the bed. They stood in Vita’s line of sight, her eyes widening as Renatus pulled the other man in for a kiss.
Verian whimpered into the embrace, their arms and lips tangling as every nerve in her body tingled with delight. She rolled onto her side, pressing her fingers against her dripping cunt until Renatus noticed, shaking his head.
“No, no, naughty girl. You will wait for us.”
Vita took a gulp of air, but obeyed, settling back onto her stomach as fire burned through her.
Renatus released Verian and sauntered to the bed, running his hand down her spine before slapping her hard on the ass. Her muscles clenched tightly around the spire, a moment of pain giving way to a throbbing in her cunt.
“Behave yourself,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.
He grabbed a pillow from the bed and tossed it in front of him, a quirked brow directed at Verian.
“Oh, yes, of course, High Consul. I-I’ve never—”
“Renatus,” he interrupted.
“Yes, of course. Renatus,” Verian said as he kneeled before the other man. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Do you want to try?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on the guard’s chin. Verian nodded eagerly. “Then I have every faith in you, dear boy.”
Vita squirmed against the bed—desperate for some sort of pressure—as Verian looked up at Renatus. Gods, it was all more erotic, more titillating than she had imagined, a sweat breaking out on her brow as she watched the two men.
Verian was tentative at first, examining Renatus’ cock like he was uncovering an ancient relic. Then he wrapped his fingers around the length, licking across the tip before pressing his mouth onto it with a low moan .
He worked himself up and down, matching the pace of his mouth with his stroking hand. Renatus groaned as he gripped the back of Verian’s head, letting the other man figure out a rhythm. His eyes closed as Verian took all his length at once, saliva dripping onto the pillow at his knees.
With soft whimpers, Vita ground her pelvis into the bed, her head dizzy with lust as she tried to find any sort of friction. Between the spire in her ass and the sight in front of her, she couldn’t take it much longer.
Renatus let out a chuckle, his words puncturing the quiet moans of Verian’s eagerness. “Look how desperate she is for us. Her desire is driving her to madness.”
Verian turned, grinning with his mouth half-full as Vita whimpered and writhed against the bed, trying to find a semblance of pressure without using her fingers. Renatus placed a hand on his cheek, pulling his face away and helping him to his feet. After a firm kiss, Renatus dragged Verian back to the bed, a devious smirk on his pale face.
He ran his fingers through her hair as she lay her head against a pillow.
“You’re almost ready, Vita darling,” he said, taking the larger spire from the table and coating it with oil.
Renatus moved behind her, replacing the smaller one that had previously occupied her tender interior. She groaned with the profusion, though again the lust of arousal quickly replaced the small bite of pain.
“What do you think, Verian? Have we made her wait long enough?”
Vita was confused, unsure what he meant, as her body was still adapting to the excess.
Verian mirrored his devious smile. “I think she’s been more than patient.”
Renatus chuckled, nodding in agreement as he helped Vita to her knees. He turned back to Verian with another grin.
“Would you like to taste her first, or should I? ”
Verian just bowed, more than a bit sarcastically. “After you, High Consul .”
Well, they certainly seemed to be warming up to each other quickly, though Vita had little time to think on the matter as the men laid side by side and Renatus pulled her towards his face.
“Have a seat, my dear,” he instructed, and she flushed a deep red.
Familiar as she was to the pleasure of a person’s mouth between her legs, this was new. Wouldn’t she hurt him?
It was impossible not to obey, and she gingerly straddled his face, the first swipe of his wet tongue across her entrance assuaging any worries.
Vita grasped Verian’s hand, needing something to ground her as Renatus brushed across her, still too soft to relieve the tension that coiled tightly within. She started rocking her hips and Verian smiled, though his muscles strained, his cock twitching with need.
Renatus picked up the pace, his tongue alternating between vibrating pulses on her clit and firm strokes across her slit. Vita groaned, her muscles tensing and eyes dotting with white, already so worked up from the spire and the sight of her two lovers together.
Strong arms gripped her thighs, not letting her escape as he sucked on her clit. She writhed her hips into his face, any hesitation gone as she felt her climax approaching. Then it was hitting her, graying her vision for a few moments as her hips rolled into him, his tongue relentless against her throbbing cunt. She cried out as the orgasm pounded through her, tingling every nerve in her body until her muscles went lax.
Before Vita could even get a breath, Renatus was handing her over to Verian, who happily settled between her thighs, his hot tongue already vibrating against her sensitive clit.
“Gods!” she yelped, pressing her palms to the headboard for support.
Verian gripped her legs as she tried to break free, already tender from her first orgasm, and Renatus was at her ear with a whisper. “Take your pleasure like a good girl. Stop struggling. ”
Vita went limp, the words turning her into a puddle as she let Verian’s tongue wash over her, bringing her close to the brink once more. As another climax neared, she started rocking her hips, desperate for release, her legs quaking with need.
It hit her suddenly, quicker than she expected, and she ground into Verian’s face until she was certain she had smothered him. As the aftershocks subsided, she heaved a great sigh, pushing herself off so he could breathe.
The men were not done, Renatus taking Verian’s chin and pulling him in hard for a kiss. Pure joy radiated through Vita as she lay on the bed, the men’s whimpers bringing a smile to her face.
Suddenly, Renatus spoke, his voice soft. “Are you done already, dear girl? I have more planned for you…”
There was a sharp slap against her ass and she tightened around the spire, the twist of pain sending a jolt of arousal up her spine.
Gods, she was desperate for more, somehow still not satiated after riding the face of each man. No, it was erotic, euphoric, but it was not enough.
“I’m not done,” she said, pushing herself up on all fours and eyeing them.
Verian lazily jerked his cock, already leaking precum. His mouth glistened with Vita’s slickness, her two lovers having exchanged her taste with passionate kisses.
“What did we do to deserve you?” Renatus hummed, arranging the group so Verian lay on the bed, and Vita straddled him.
With a slick pop, he removed the spire from her, the strange sensation sending electricity up her spine. Then he positioned himself behind her, nudging her with the soft tip of his cock as she groaned with anticipation.
“Are you ready for us?” he whispered in her ear, gripping her waist firmly and pressing the tip inside.
Vita gasped, trying to focus on Verian’s hand at her hip, his cock notching at her entrance.
“Say it, sweet girl,” Verian said, every muscle tensed with control as he awaited her answer .
“Yes, please, I need you. Both of you.” The words tumbled out as a whimper of desperation, begging, pleading, wanting.
With a grin, Verian lowered her onto his cock, penetrating her slowly until every inch was inside. She tried to breathe, tried to focus as he let her settle, her muscles adjusting to the abundance. Then Renatus was pressing his way in and she cried out, unsure of the stretch, the too-full sensation of two cocks inside of her at the same time. Her body trembled, but both men held her steady, letting her breathe, letting her relax, even as their own bodies tensed with need.
As she felt her muscles stretch, Vita bounced gently, already too needy, too desperate for more. Verian gripped her hips, fingers biting into her flesh as he slowly thrusted, the intensity of the dual penetration rolling her eyes to the back of her head.
Renatus grasped her shoulder, pulling himself out before plunging back in, as slow as she needed while she became accustomed to the sensation.
Could he read her mind? Or just her body?
He built up the pace until he was slamming into her, rocking Vita onto Verian’s cock as she tried to hold herself steady. He slid an icy hand around her body, gripping her breast tightly as Verian wrapped a hand around her neck. With a light squeeze, he took her breath away, what little had been left while her two lovers fucked her.
There was a sharp sting of pain as Renatus slapped her ass, making her muscles clench around the both of them. Vita cried out as the men groaned, the flood of pleasure overwhelming her.
Verian reached around and spanked her again, her cunt and ass clamping down on the hard cocks of her lovers, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He slid his hand up Renatus’ firm stomach, the man pausing for a moment, like he was savoring the gentle caress.
Her breasts shook as they took turns setting the rhythm until they were thrusting in perfect harmony. The room was a mess of whimpers and moans, a tangle of limbs as they filled Vita to absolute capacity.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” Renatus groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling so her back arched just right .
Verian was at her breasts, caressing, licking, biting in between his own moans of desire.
Too soon, Vita felt herself beginning to crumble, wishing this moment could last forever, perfectly connected with the two men.
Powerful thrusts plunged into her, unceasing, until a wave of energy washed over her, almost as if a surge of power was imminent. But the surge was her orgasm, more forceful than any she’d ever felt, her muscles clenching as they continued to fuck her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out, pure ecstasy enveloping her body, her entire being.
Groans sounded from both ends as Renatus and Verian filled her with their sticky seed. The warmth ran down her thighs and over her ass as they came apart inside her, each giving a final few thrusts before freeing her from their cocks.
The three slumped together in a tangle of limbs as heavy breathing filled the space.
Perfect was the only word that came to Vita’s mind, every other thought completely emptied after what had just occurred.
Perfect.