Chapter 20 #2
“Tor,” I said. “Please.”
With a groan, his fingers slid beneath my waistband and met the slick heat between my legs. He went still for a moment, even his breathing frozen, before it resumed with a deeper, louder groan.
“You’ll wake everyone else,” Miz breathed, his hand trailing up my side to tease the side of my breast over my shirt.
In revenge, Tor’s next thrust was hard enough to make Miz’s whole body shake. The momentum pressed his fingers against my pussy with more urgency, and I bit my lip at the rush of sensation, my toes curling tight. With every thrust he made, Tor circled my clit, winding my body tighter and tighter.
That strange sensation of remembering hit me again, no visual or words to go with the feeling, but it was so strong that I could feel Tor inside me, feel a hot mouth around my nipple as more hands caressed my body.
“Tor, I—” I began, a deep shuddering throat making my voice breathless. “I want you—please.”
I remembered my hand around Misery’s cock and stroked slow, dragging touches up and down.
His eyes flared, mouth hung open. I didn’t let go even as Tor pressed his hand to my back, spreading me out across Miz’s body.
The two of us were flush from chest to hip, so intimately close I could feel the shudder that raked through him when Tor drove deeper.
“There’s no rush, beautiful.” Tor stroked a slow, proprietary touch down my back, pushing up my shirt so he could feel bare skin. “I want you to be certain.”
“I am. I don’t need all my memories to know I want you.”
“Mm.” He tugged my pants down over my ass until they bunched around my knees, baring me to the cold brush of wind. “All. What did you remember?”
“I—” My face heated, my ears tingling. “Nothing much.”
Misery gripped a fistful of my hair, lifting my head so our gazes locked. “Then why are you blushing, my universe? Did you remember the filthy things we’ve done to this sweet cunt?” He punctuated the question with his fingers laced with Tor’s, both of them touching my pussy. My hips bucked.
“I—I remember Tor telling me he loves me,” I admitted, heat coiling, coiling within me.
“I do,” Tor replied. “So damn much.”
“What else?” Misery demanded, the intent look in his eye making my stomach flutter.
“I remember you taking me against a window in Death’s castle. I remember how it felt. How you feel inside me.”
Miz’s head dropped back to the grass and he groaned loudly. His cock danced wildly in my hand, desperation dripping from the tip.
“Keep your hand on his dick, beautiful,” Tor instructed as he glided out of Miz’s ass, making him whine beneath us. “I want him right on the edge.”
“I fucking hate you,” Miz snarled, teeth bared.
“Love you, too,” Tor retorted, stroking over the curves of my ass before he sank a finger inside me. “Goddamn, beautiful. You’re so fucking wet for us. Did watching us make you hot and achy?”
I nodded, my face on fire, ears burning, heart drumming hard.
“Such a fucking good girl,” Tor groaned, his hand moving slowly but with deadly accuracy. That alone told me how often we’d been intimate, and that no part of my body was unknown to him. “Think you can take another finger for me?”
“I can take everything,” I breathed, a little delirious as Miz’s fingers swirled over my clit and Tor stroked me from the inside. “I want everything.”
“You want a cock filling up your sweet little cunt?” Another finger filled me, and I bit my bottom lip at the pressure, the pace, the angle.
“Oh, that was a big throb, beautiful. You don’t just want a cock stretching you, fucking you so deep you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, making you come so hard you see stars; you need it. ”
“Tor,” I whined, perfectly understanding what made Miz sound so needy and desperate. His fingers scissored and I cried, “Tor, please!”
“Slow circles on her clit, Miz,” Tor murmured.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Miz replied, petulant. “My ass is empty. Why don’t you have two cocks? Prick.”
Tor snorted, and even as worked up and trembling as I was, I laughed too.
He had a point. The laughter turned to choked groans when Tor replaced his fingers with the slow glide of his cock, fulfilling every promise he just made.
The stretch was so intense I whined, but every inch deeper gave me pleasure so strong my eyes rolled back.
My hand fell limp from Misery’s cock in favour of sinking my fingernails into his thighs, frantic for something to hold onto as I came apart.
“So, so fucking beautiful,” Tor groaned. “So perfect, and strong, and deadly. You are every dream I ever dared to have, every secret wish I made. You do not get to fucking leave again. I’ll resurrect you a hundred times if I have to, but you are never leaving me.”
The words intensified my orgasm from amazing to world-shattering. I knew the others were awake, knew they were watching, because my moan was so loud it would wake even the dead.
“Tor,” Miz whimpered as I splayed over him, aftershocks making me shudder. “Tor, please.”
“Hush. I’ve got you.” But it was my hips his hands found as his cock carefully withdrew. “Sit here for me, beautiful.”
And before I could guess his intention, he grasped Miz’s cock and lowered me onto it.
“So deep,” I gasped, raking red marks across Misery’s body.
“Oh god, oh god,” Miz chanted, but his words cut off as Tor sank back in his ass with a rough thrust.
“God and goddess,” Tor corrected, his strokes so deep that they nudged Miz deeper inside me.
“This is,” I blurted. “This is—”
“Insanity?” Tor suggested. “Fucking heaven?”
“The best part of hell?” Miz breathed.
“All of it. Everything.” I surrendered to the insanity, my body a mere vessel for pleasure on a level so intense it wasn’t mortal. “This is everything.”