Chapter 28 Rosalina #2
I weave my fingers through Caspian’s hair, pushing him harder against my clit. “What good boys you are,” I say, adding my own purr to the words. I twist my neck and open my mouth wide, ordering Ez with my eyes.
“Stars, Rosalina,” he growls and obliges eagerly, desperately. His cock rams the back of my throat. I suck him hard, savoring the choked feeling of fullness while Caspian’s hand and tongue work relentlessly on my pussy. My skin feels alive around them.
Tears well up at the force of Ezryn’s cock.
Through my blurry vision, I catch sight of our reflection in the icy walls.
Not one reflection but eight different fractalized versions of us.
A wave of what feels like liquid heat surges through me.
I used to avoid mirrors, not knowing whose words would linger in my mind, ready to denounce my body as flawed.
But now, looking at myself in the ice, I don’t hear any horrible names or cruel jests.
In fact, I look…beautiful.
My face is flushed, my eyes shining, hair in messy curls.
Whenever I look at the princes, I always think they look like carved statues, each line of their bodies perfectly crafted.
But with a hand forcefully on Caspian’s head, my cheeks bulging with the thickness of Ezryn’s cock, I look like I could be a carved statue too.
A really filthy statue they’d have to stick in a room at the very back of the museum… but divine all the same.
Caspian curls his fingers again, and the movement has me gasping and gagging around Ezryn’s length.
My muscles tense, and I feel my release growing, that sweet avalanche about to pull me under.
Keeping my eyes open, I focus on my reflection, on myself.
I want to watch myself surrender to their love.
I pop off Ezryn just long enough to moan, “I–I’m c-coming!” before the wave of ecstasy washes over me. Quickly, I suck him again, wanting to feel as filled as possible. Caspian licks me up and down, cascading me over the edge.
When the feeling ebbs away, I fall back to the blankets, laughing. Two sets of dark eyes peer over me.
“What’s so funny?” Ezryn asks.
“Ever since I came to the Enchanted Vale, I always need to stop and pinch myself that this is my real life,” I say, voice breathy. “But I can’t believe I’m here with you two!”
“Need me to pinch you?” Caspian grins, giving my nipple a playful tweak.
I squeal and paw his hand away before catching it and lacing our fingers together.
“As I told you, Petal,” Ezryn murmurs, leaning down and nipping at my earlobe, “you make the impossible happen.”
Sitting up, I say, “Then let’s keep making it happen.” I look from Caspian to Ezryn. “Stand up.”
My good boys do as I say. I take a moment to rearrange, doubling up a blanket to pad my knees, then kneel between them.
From down here, they appear as two Goliaths.
Ezryn’s body is rugged and manly, with his tawny skin, thick hair, and calloused hands.
Caspian is pale, lean yet still muscular, fingers long and elegant like a piano player.
Both their cocks stand at attention, stiff and dripping with precum.
“Watch us in the reflections,” I tell them, then grab them each at the base. Their groans are enough to make my core clench. Taking my time, I stroke them in unison, reveling in how hard they are beneath my hands.
“Fuck, yes, Flower,” Caspian whimpers. “Just like that.”
Unable to resist anymore, I raise my chin, running the tips of their cocks over my lips, first Ezryn’s, then Cas’s. Not quite sucking but taunting, tempting. I dare to stick out my tongue and lick the pearls of precum, mixing them in my mouth.
“You look so fucking pretty on your knees,” Ezryn rasps.
“What about me, Ez?” Caspian gestures with his chin toward the reflection in front of us. “I caught you looking at me. Won’t you tell me I’m pretty?”
“Pretty fucking annoying,” Ez growls.
I suck Ezryn deep, jerking his attention to me. “Play nice.” I do the same to Cas, pulling his cock between my lips, swirling my tongue over the slit of his cock. “Both of you.”
I’m rewarded with their sweet moans. I move faster now, stroking them with more intensity, quickly rotating my face from cock to cock.
Caspian’s knees buckle. Ezryn grabs the top of my head, yanking hard on my hair.
Saliva dripples down my chin as I work them both.
No one’s even inside me, but heat gathers in my core, these two giant cocks wagging before me more than I can bear.
“Fuck, yes, you’re so good, Rosie,” Caspian moans. “Look at how close our cocks are, Ez. We’re practically touching! Does it make you hard, seeing me here with you?”
Ez lurches out, snatching Caspian’s chin. “Shut the fuck up, or I’ll make you shut up.”
I’m about to bite Ezryn’s dick to get him to back off when Cas emits a low growl. He grabs Ezryn’s hand and lowers it from his chin to…his neck.
“Okay,” Caspian purrs. “Make me.”
My mouth goes slack, falling off Ez’s cock. Ez stays perfectly still for a few seconds. Then his fingers flex, stretching over Cas’s throat. Cas tilts his head up, revealing more of that beautiful, swanlike neck.
“Tap me if you want me to stop,” Ezryn growls.
“Oh, I don’t have limits, darling,” Cas says. “Though you’re more than welcome to see if you can find some.”
I haven’t blinked in the last minute. Or breathed. All I can do is stare up at the two of them, entranced, as I hold on to their cocks for dear life.
Ezryn’s hand necklaces Caspian’s throat, fingers tightening. The muscles of Caspian’s neck pulse beneath his grip. Ez’s brow furrows, eyes intent on Cas. Cas has a half-lidded gaze, looking more than content as a wispy breath escapes his lips.
My hands crawl up from their cocks to stroke the flat panes of their stomachs.
“Tap if you want me to let go,” Ezryn says gruffly.
In answer, Caspian puts his hand over Ezryn’s on his neck and squeezes. Ez growls, cock bobbing as he adds more force. A pearl of precum appears on Caspian’s cock, and quickly, I lick it away, desperate not to lose a drop.
Ez huffs out a breath, then drops his hand. “You don’t give up, do you?”
Caspian wheezes and rubs the red mark now formed on his neck. “Ask our Rosie. I love a little pain with my pleasure. Right, Flower?”
I rise in between them, not able to stop touching their chests. “And Ez loves to oblige. Don’t you?”
Ez palms his cock, and there’s a slight flush to his face. “At least he was silent for a few seconds.”
“Well, if you want to discourage me, you’re on the wrong track.” Caspian gives a wicked grin. “Now, sweetling, put your hands on the wall. I’m nothing if not a gentleman, so I’ll let our not-so-metal man fuck you senseless before I have my way with you.”
You don’t have to give me instructions like that twice. I skip over to the ice wall, meeting my reflection with a confident stare. As Caspian directed, I put my hands on the wall. It’s cold and slick, sending a shiver up my arms and down my spine.
Caspian leans beside me, goose bumps skittering across his chest. “You are a great beauty.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m naked with my legs spread,” I quip.
“Even dressed in a burlap sack, your beauty would shame the stars,” he says. “Though I do like you naked, legs spread.”
“As do I,” Ez says from behind me. His warm hand cups my pussy possessively, and I gasp at the contact. “I’ve had the unfortunate honor of watching you fuck before, Caspian. Now, watch and learn how a man truly fucks.”
“Oh yes, do show me. I’m a slow learner. You may need to demonstrate a few times,” Cas says with his trademark sardonic grin.
Ez grabs my hips and notches himself at my entrance. He leans forward and kisses my shoulders, then the top of my spine. “I want to feel you drench my cock with cum. Can you do that for me, Petal?”
“Anything,” I breathe. And I know it won’t take long. My pussy is aching with need, my whole body tight as a bowstring from watching the two of them do…whatever they were doing.
A cry escapes me as Ezryn pushes in, his cock like lightning to my sensitive nerves.
He slides in and out of my warmth, pulling out all the way to the tip before shoving in again, slamming me with the strength of a bull.
Beside us, Caspian leans against the icy wall, stroking his long cock, his gaze ravishing.
The force of Ezryn’s thrusts has my whole body shaking. My arms buckle, and I collapse against the wall, my breasts connecting with ice. The shock of the cold feels like leaping into a lake at midnight: not biting but exhilarating.
Caspian gives a dark chuckle. “He’s too strong for you?” With a swift movement, he ducks between me and the wall, so I’m now leaning on his chest instead of the ice, sandwiched between the two of them. “I’ve got you, Flower.”
I wrap my arms around Caspian’s neck and press my breasts against him.
He looks down and lets out a whimper. His cock presses hard as steel against my stomach.
Meanwhile, Ez doesn’t stop his rhythm, the size and speed of his cock turning me more and more molten.
I can feel the swing of his heavy balls with each thrust.
“Look at me,” Cas says softly.
I do; his beautiful face is blurry, and I realize tears cloud my vision.
“What a good girl you are. He’s fucking you so hard, isn’t he? You take it so well. Isn’t Kel going to love to see you, fucked and filled by his best friend and his worst enemy?”
The thought should make me feel apprehensive, knowing the possibility that Kel will freak out at my chosen method of transportation, but instead, a sweep of raw, intense desire floods through me.
I want Kel to see me like this, used and spent but still craving him.
I want Kel to know that no matter how much love fills me, there’s a hole in my heart shaped like him, and only he can fit there.
I’m panting now, legs shaking, hands clawing at Caspian’s shoulders to stay upright.