Epilogue #2
He snatches the cloth from my fingers impatiently, pulls it apart the rest of the way, takes her breasts in his hands, and kneads them gently.
‘Gods, you’re beautiful,’ he breathes. ‘Perfect for us, love.’
His mouth descends on hers, kissing her deeply as I caress the sides of her body, my tongue laving at where her neck meets her shoulder. I nip it gently and feel her shiver.
Jak draws back, and looks over his shoulder at Locke, raising a brow in challenge.
Locke’s smile is filled with dark promise as he approaches us. He looks at Bryn, his amused eyes assessing. ‘You do like this, don’t you, our little human…’
She gives a quick nod, panting as we all watch her, all take in what we can see of her delectable body.
But there’s not enough of it on show for my liking.
I take up the knife again.
‘I’ll buy you a new gown,’ I whisper as I slice the sleeves, and rip the garment from her.
She gasps loudly as I bare the rest of her to our hungry eyes.
I stay behind her, running my fingers lightly down her back to the globes of her arse, and up again, before taking hold of her hips to hold her steady for the others.
Jak and Locke focus on her teats, and I delve between her legs, growling in satisfaction when I feel how slick she is there.
‘Our female likes this very much, methinks,’ I say, showing them my glistening fingers.
I draw her legs apart for them, letting them touch her cunt.
Locke shows her two of his thick fingers and then puts them between her legs, easing them into her tight channel and making her moan.
I push one still wet from her cunt into her arse and her back bows. She lets out a cry.
Jak continues his assault on her breasts, sucking her nipples and kneading them, and I feel her body tense.
She’s so close.
‘Stop,’ I order.
All movement ceases and all I can hear is Bryn’s whimpers as she realizes I’ve denied her again.
Jak lets her go and steps away. Locke lets out a sound of annoyance, but does the same. I take the knife and cut the rope in one swift movement, catching her when her legs give out and turning her to face me.
I pick her up by the rope that keeps her wrists bound, put my arm under her arse, and lower her onto my thick staff as I kiss her lips.
She sobs in pleasure as I stretch her tight channel, and I move to one of the chairs, sitting down like a king on my throne, and moving my female over me.
She’s begging, I realize, pleading with me to let her find her release.
She will. But not yet.
It’s Locke who comes up behind and stoops down a little to enter her arse. She whimpers as he claims it, and I hold it open so that he can thrust deep, as I do.
Between us, her body undulates and tenses.
Beside her, Jak offers her his cock to take in her mouth, and she doesn’t hesitate. She opens and suckles it deep, moaning as we fill all of her tight little holes.
I try to go slow, not wanting to finish too soon. I let Locke take over, thrusting hard and fast into her back passage and it isn’t long before his hips snap once, twice, thrice, and he throws back his head and roars his release.
He falls upon Bryn, kissing her back, murmuring words of love as he releases her and staggers away. Jak takes his place immediately, sliding to the hilt and making Bryn cry out. Now, I hold her over me, thrusting up from under her as Jak does the same from above.
Her head lolls forward and I kiss her lips, my tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with my cock.
Her eyes widen as they lock on mine and I pull back, nipping at her lip.
‘Find your pleasure,’ I pant. ‘I want you to drench me with it, my beautiful little human.’
Her brow furrows and she gasps, and gasps again, and then her body locks around mine.
Her channel tightens and I let go of her arms which she loops over my neck and pulls herself as far onto me as she can.
I finally allow myself to come, hard, gripping her hips and letting out a roar, vaguely aware that Jak, too, is cresting.
The pleasure I feel makes my body go limp and I feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth as Bryn collapses on top of me.
I’m in a euphoric haze for what seems like ages, and when I begin to come back to myself, Bryn is in Jak’s arms close by with Locke kneading the back of her neck gently.
I belatedly tuck myself back into my breeches and let out a long, languid sigh.
We’re all here. We’re all together. Locke is being much less of a cunt, and the village doesn’t hate me anymore.
We truly could build a life here.
‘What now?’ Locke asks.
‘Baths?’ I suggest.
Jak and Bryn nod.
‘My dress,’ she frowns at me.
‘I meant what I said. I’ll buy you another, my little human,’ I hedge with a grimace.
‘Locke, work a conjure so that no one notices that Bryn is with us, and make sure the baths are empty?’ Jak murmurs as he stands with our very naked mate still in his arms.
‘Done and done,’ Locke grinds and then falters. ‘But, this time, I’m not just watching you two have all the fun!’
I chuckle. ‘We’ll see.’