Chapter 42
Chapter forty-two
“What?” The word slipped from her lips as her hands moved, tracing the faces of both men. She could feel it, touching them both simultaneously with two hands, two bodies, two sensations blending into one.
“Where are we?” Fenn glanced around while Kaelith looked past her, his head tilted in curiosity.
“There seems to be two of you now, pet.”
“And where are our clothes?” Fenn added, his lips curving in a smile.
She took them in, nearly melting at the sight of them.
Fenn stood tall, bronzed skin stretched over powerful, well-defined muscles.
The rough stubble along his jaw only sharpened the ruggedness of his Source-tipped hair, catching the starlight.
His broad chest rose and fell in a stable rhythm, and when his gaze locked onto hers, twin silver eyes burned with an unyielding intensity.
Kaelith, in contrast, was leaner, his form more fluid, his long, dark hair whipping in the celestial wind as if it had a life of its own.
His skin undulated beneath the starlight, shifting ever so slightly, as if it were ready to morph and change at any moment.
His serpentine eyes—dark and hungry—traced over her, taking in every detail with a gaze that pierced straight through her.
“I know that look.” Fenn’s tone dropped to a growl.
At the same time, Kaelith’s voice echoed in her other set of ears, soft and wicked. “Now, what is running through that filthy mind of yours?”
“When am I ever going to have four hands?” She teased, reaching out, brushing her fingers over the corded muscles wrapping both of their torsos.
“Two mouths…” She tangled her fingers into their hair, pulling them toward her.
“Two…” Her other hands moved lower, closing around the firm length of both their cocks to pull them closer, tighter against her.
“Gods.” Fenn groaned, scooping the one version of her up, and throwing her legs around his waist.
She gasped, clinging to him with one set of hands, her fingers digging into his skin as Kaelith snaked around her other form, somehow touching her, tasting her everywhere at once.
I might not survive this. The thought flickered through her mind, barely formed before both men found their way into the slick, heated space between her legs.
Her lungs stuttered as her arms wrapped around Fenn's neck, holding tight as he gripped her hips, guiding her slowly onto him, shifting her up and down.
With each motion, the silky hardness of his member slid deeper into her, inch by inch, until, finally, blissfully, she was filled completely, leaving her gasping with each perfect thrust.
Before her other self, Kaelith dropped to his knees. His long, forked tongue flicked out and parted her with a practiced hunger, the split tips curling around her clit like twin ribbons of sin. He slid them down, then up again, slow and obscene, before lashing into her.
“Kae!” Her fingers tangled in his hair as she tried to pull him back up.
But he swatted her hand away, wet sounds filling the air—slick, relentless—as he devoured her, tongue plunging deep, twisting, like he meant to claim her from the inside out.
“I’ve waited over fifty years to taste you again.
Don’t spoil this for me now,” he murmured, pulling back with a slow, wet drag of his tongue.
His lips glistened. He closed his eyes, rolling the taste across his tongue like fine liquor—savoring it, committing it to memory.
When he looked up again, his eyes were molten. “Still perfect.”
And without waiting for a response, his tongue shot back out, sliding deeper into her, pulsing and vibrating in the exact spot that would send her spiraling.
She was so close. Every nerve lit up like wildfire, her bodies clenching around them both, each thrust and lick building a heat that felt impossibly layered.
Were the stars burning even brighter? The thought barely flickered through her mind, lost in the tide of pleasure that surged from two directions at once.
As if sensing the shift building in her body, Fenn’s hands flexed beneath her, fingers pressing deep into the plush curve of her ass until her skin dimpled around them. She’d feel those marks later—proof of how tightly he held her, how unwilling he was to let her fall away.
Her body clenched around him, and a moan tore from her throat as her head lolled back, spine bowing under the growing pressure, shoulder to shoulder with her other self. For a heartbeat, she floated in it, mindless, Fenn’s cock driving into her until her lashes fluttered open.
And there he was.
Kaelith, on his knees, mouth buried between her other body’s thighs, his tongue working in tight, practiced circles. His eyes were half-lidded, fixed on her face—this face—even as he licked the other her like a man worshipping at the altar of his own madness.
Her body jerked with a broken inhale.
Then Fenn’s hand clamped around her jaw, tugging her face back to his.
“Eyes on me,” he growled, teeth grazing her neck in a biting kiss that stopped just short of breaking skin.
His tongue flicked over her pulse before his mouth closed around it, sucking hard, marking her with every kiss of his lips as he fucked her, cock slamming into the spot that made her see white.
She couldn’t draw air. She didn’t want to. He, they, had her—all of her—and they knew exactly how to break her apart
“Kae!” she pleaded, reaching for his hair again. “Please! I want you to come with me. With us.”
He looked up, frowning, his eyes dark, so dark they nearly swallowed the light. “What makes you think I won’t?”
“Please,” she begged, her voice strained as she tugged harder. “I want to feel it.”
“Were you always this demanding?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Oh, very well.”
Kaelith withdrew his tongue with one last wicked flick across her clit, sending a jolt of heat through her.
Rising, then, his hand worked down the thick length of his cock as he stepped forward.
His other hand caught behind her knee, wrenching her leg up over his hip, aligning their bodies with effortless command.
Unlike Fenn, Kaelith didn’t need to lift her. She matched his height perfectly, their bodies aligning effortlessly.
“Is this what you want?” he hissed, his fangs grazing her lips as the tip of him teased at her entrance.
“I…will…kill you, snake.”
Her words hadn’t even faded before he angled his hips and began to push inside. The broad head of his cock strained against her entrance, hot and slick, and still it caught—too thick to slide in cleanly.
Fingers clawing, she reached for him as he fed himself into her, forcing her open around every inch. The stretch burned, but her body took it, inch by devastating inch, until her walls clenched hard and he groaned through his teeth.
By the time he bottomed out, her mouth had fallen open in a silent cry, and her other body bucked beneath the echo of it, pleasure rippling through her like lightning through wire.
They didn’t have long—just enough for the world to fall away, until all that remained was the slick sound of skin on skin and the searing pressure of being taken from both sides.
Fenn’s fingers bit into her hips, holding her as his pace turned brutal, matching Kaelith’s perfectly.
They moved like a machine built to ruin her—thrust for thrust, deeper, harder, towing her closer to the brink with every filthy stroke.
Her cries turned ragged, limbs trembling as her bodies came unraveled around them both.
She shattered with an exhale that turned into a scream, everything snapping at once—nerve endings alight, mind fractured, pleasure burning through her like wildfire.
Fenn’s groan broke against her ear as he spilled inside her, hips jerking.
Kaelith followed, snarling her name as he slammed in deep, flooding her other body.
Collapsing between them, boneless, wrecked—slick with sweat and cum— her heart beat like a war drum as they held her through the aftershocks.
Did I just die? She wondered, somehow falling back into herself, just the one version.
And then, slowly, the stars began to fade, and the darkness closed in around them, not cold or empty, but warm, peaceful, comforting.
When she finally opened her eyes, squinting against the now harsh light of the lab, she found herself wrapped in a tangle of limbs with Fenn and Kaelith, their closeness humming against her skin.
“Oh my Great Phoenix and all the fucking Elements,” Taren gagged from somewhere above them. “I am actually going to vomit.”
Rynna tracked him as he bolted to the back of the lab and retched loudly in the corner.
“Hold on!” He raised a hand behind him in a weak attempt at composure before doubling over again, his body convulsing with another dry heave.
“You okay, bud?” Rynna called across the room, grinning as she leaned back into Fenn’s arms. “Need a hand, or maybe a towel?”
“I’m not the one who needs a towel!” His voice came out bordering on shrill.
“Huh?” She glanced down, suddenly realizing her clothes were gone. “Wait, this wasn’t just a mind meld thing?”
“Maybe a hallucination?” Fenn carefully pulled an arm out from underneath Kaelith, trying to sound casual.
“A delicious hallucination,” Kaelith drawled, lounging back on the cold floor in a lazy stretch, his arms tucked behind his head.
“So fucking gross.” Taren wiped the back of his mouth with his sleeve, glaring at the trio. “Rynna! Guide Fenn! What the hell were you thinking?! With him?!”
Fenn blushed furiously, scrambling to his feet. He fumbled for words, then extended a hand to help Rynna up. “Well…you see…”
“Wait.” Taren’s eyes widened, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re…you’re alive?”
“Certainly seems that way.” Fenn smiled awkwardly, patting his front as if confirming it for himself. He looked around the room. “Now I just need to find some clothes.”
“I thought you were dead.” Taren paused, wringing his hands.