Epilogue
The guys all pressed close as my dress was slowly removed. By the time it slid off I was covered in a sheen of sweat with my folds leaking like a dam about to burst.
I’d expected, given Rook’s sinful description of the night, that one of them would then whisk me away to the massive bed… or better yet, pin me to a wall and have their way with me, but nope… more waiting, more anticipation as they all began to kiss every steamy inch of my skin.
“Who do you want first?” Rook asked, breath hot on my ear as one of his hands seized a breast which was very much in need of erotic massage.
“Anyone,” I moaned as Myel’s tongue licked up the inside of my thigh and over my seam. “Please!” I begged.
Bayn’s massive hand slapped my ass so hard my soul vibrated, and the sting of pain launched my building pleasure through the roof. Myel moaned against my core as I gushed for him. Then his tongue flicked my clit and I nearly came just standing there.
“Seems only fair to share her in the order we met her,” Rook said. “Which would mean I’d go first, but she didn’t really know who I was then, so Myel… all yours.”
And as four hot bodies moved away, I felt a sudden chill. It didn’t last long though as Myel deftly lifted each of my legs to his shoulders, face buried deep in my core, then lifted me and found a wall, pinning me there as he gorged himself on my wetness.
My first orgasm was a surprising peak, when two fingers slid inside me as Myel’s mouth worked wonders. Those long digits softly stroked my G-spot as his tongue swirled around my clit and I tensed, then came apart.
But my Goth hero didn’t stop. He drank down my release with a moan and I discovered that thrilling peak was just a foothill on my way to a much higher destination.
Myel shrugged my thighs off his shoulder, his hands pinning my legs to the wall, spread wide as he slowly cleaned up my folds, savoring every last drop of my wetness.
When he looked up at me the sheer passion in his eyes nearly made me come again.
He was more than ready. Our bond pounded with his desire, especially since he experienced what I felt and had to be aching for a release of his own.
He slid me down the wall till his face was level with my chest, sucking one taut nipple into his mouth, moaning yet again. I joined him, so damned sensitive, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what he was doing to that achingly hard nub.
“Myel, yes, Please!” I begged him, my voice catching, breath already coming hard.
He popped his lips off my breast and I cried out with the loss.
“Say it,” he purred. “Tell me what you want, what to do, how to please you.”
I could barely talk, but I found the words, dirty little Izzy coming out to play.
“Impale me on that perfect dick of yours,” I panted. “Then fuck me till I explode and fill me with all your hot cum.”
“Fuck.” The word came from elsewhere in the room.
Keep talking like that and you’ll make me lose it before I have my turn, Rook whispered into my mind.
Sounds like a goal to me, I replied with a sinfully playful tone.
His only reply was a mental chuckle.
Myel lowered me slowly, till the tip of his steel-hard cock brushed my folds.
“Yes,” I breathed, “Fill me, fuck me, break me!” I cried out.
Myel’s eyes went a little wide and wild at that, and he dropped me the remaining few inches slamming hard into me, my clit smashing against him so hard, I had a mini-orgasm on my way to my next peak.
I made sure to scream out exactly how good that made me feel.
Then I wrapped my arms and legs around Myel as he thrusted in earnest. With my mouth next to his ear, I panted, “Yes, oh God yes! Your dick feels so good! Fuck my pussy! Fill me with all your hot jizz!” And all the while I stared at Rook.
The incubus was naked, watching, grabbing the base of his ever-so-hard cock and squeezing.
He loved my potty mouth, and that combined with the intense lust Myel and I had to be giving off, would hopefully push him toward the brink.
I grinned.
Rook swore.
“Fuck, yes! Myel, God, Yes!” I screamed, no longer an act. Myel’s aggressive thrusting, bouncing me on his cock, and the residual grinding of my clit on his base when I came down hard on him was deliciously driving me toward my next release.
“God, I’m so close. You’re going to make me come. Your thick dick is making me come! Yes!”
The orgasm hit so hard, I couldn’t speak, letting out squeaks of joy as I squeezed Myel’s cock so hard, he groaned.
“Fucking hell!” Rook hissed, falling to his knees and doubling over.
Mission accomplished.
Also, damn Myel, that was one hell of an orgasm!
And when my sexy shifter gave one last thrust and exploded inside me, I let out a sound as close to a purr as I’d ever come, raking my nails over his skin, thrilled to bits at this perfect union.
Our souls crashed tidal waves into each other, bliss washing back and forth and keeping us locked together for what seemed like a very pleasant eternity.
Myel staggered to the bed, slowly laid me down on it, then withdrew, before staggering to a wall to hold himself up, deliriously drained.
“Top that,” he mumbled to whoever was listening.
“I probably won’t, but that doesn’t mean this won’t be damn good for both of us,” Vyns said as he sauntered over to me.
Oh God!
That had only been round one of so very many and I’d already had three orgasms, one tiny, one medium, and one extra-large.
My mind couldn’t quite comprehend the amount of pleasure I was going to experience tonight.
It was a good thing I was an elf and could heal myself, or I had a feeling I’d be walking funny on my way to hold court tomorrow.
Thankfully, Vyns was soft and soothing, taking it easy on me, which I needed, because every part of me was searingly sensitive.
Somehow, with soft touches, the brush of his lips as kisses, and gentle words, he brought me to a very soothing orgasm, helping me heal and relax and nearly putting me to sleep.
His cock never got anywhere near me, but he didn’t seem to mind, chuckling as I lay in the blissed-out euphoria of a soft release.
“All yours, Inky,” Vyns said with a laugh.
Rook hated that name but was coming to accept that somehow it had become his nickname among the rest of the guys. I didn’t even use it anymore, but one of them had picked it up and it had stuck.
Through bleary eyes I watched Rook come to the side of the bed. He grabbed my legs and unceremoniously flipped me over. Then he climbed on top of me, his flaming hot body pressed to mine, his mouth near my ear.
“You did it,” he whispered. “You made me lose control… almost. I came, but I held my release… just so I could give it to you… now. Payback’s a sexy romp with an incubus, My Flame.”
Then he got off me and opened my legs, pulling me back till I was bent over the bed and his lips and fingers could kiss and play among my folds.
He moaned softly as his tongue dipped inside me.
Oh yes, I do love tasting that shifter’s salty cum leaking out of your well fucked pussy, Rook whispered into my mind.
Something about that sentence was so very wrong, but so very right.
I had to bow to the master of filthy talk.
He was an incubus after all. And those dirty words alone roused me from the dreamy state Vyns had left me in and got me all hot and bothered once more.
That, and a little bit of Rook’s lust magic, was all it took to make me desperate for him.
He stood and slid his cock inside me, his hands gripping my ass.
Since you made me lose control earlier, I thought I’d give you a little… something extra, he whispered into my mind.
I didn’t much care, given how wonderful he was making me feel. That perfect dick of his slowly filled me, and the way it pressed on my deepest places, was deliciously sinful. There was a whole other world of orgasms with an incubus and Rook loved to take me to those worlds and show me around.
Then, one of his hands, which had been resting on my ass, shifted a little and his thumb pressed on my rear entrance. And there it was, another level of erotic bliss. The incubus’ lustful touch made me open for him and his thumb slid slowly into me.
I let out a rough groan as I hit my peak, hard…
but the other thing Rook could do was keep me from releasing, hold me at my peak, as he’d done for himself earlier.
That compressed ecstasy wrecked my mind as he pushed his thumb deep into my ass, then began a slow rhythmic thrusting of his cock into my pussy.
My body shook hard, convulsing with pleasure, which built like a tidal wave inside me, desperate for any outlet, but finding none.
This… this is what I felt earlier, My Flame. My gift to you.
I couldn’t respond, my brain breaking at this potent pressure pulsing through every muscle in my body.
I wept hot tears of raw bliss, the silken sheets beneath me might as well have been sandpaper, given how they felt with every jerk of my body against them. My breasts felt raw and exposed and somehow that only added to my rapture.
“She’s at her limit!” Myel gasped from somewhere. Thank you, my beloved, for saying what I couldn’t. Any more of this pent-up pleasure and I’d explode.
“Oh… I know,” Rook purred.
Then he let it hit me, let me release, and by all the gods, and angels and demons, it was the most divine orgasm I’d ever had.
That release felt so damned good, so needed, I wept again with tears of blissful relief.
My body didn’t stop shaking, if anything it shook harder as I came.
I also sort of contorted around, my back arching like a cat, hands and arms tense, my head the only thing on the mattress as I throbbed with that epic orgasm.
“Fucking hell, that’s too much!” Rook hissed, and his thrusts became fast and erratic, his hands slid to my hips, fingers digging in as he slammed me back against him again and again, until he was pulsing as hard as I was, spilling his release into me.