Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
Tisera
Daz leaned over and kissed me, softly at first. Slowly we opened our lips to each other as he showed me the fullness of his passion in that one lingering, deep kiss.
Then… he seemed to split. He lifted away, but an afterimage of him remained, still kissing me, lips pressed to mine.
It was curious and strange, but I didn’t question it. Daz was powerful and mystical, and if he could be kissing me and doing other things at the same time, something told me I wasn’t going to mind too much.
The second Daz slid his hand up my side to a breast, pushing up the responsive swell as he brought a second set of lips down upon it. He kissed it then took it into his mouth, sucking while running his tongue around the sensitive nub.
Again, a fragment of him moved away while one remained. His hand and lips still caressed and stimulated one breast while the third Daz moved to the other side. A third set of lips brought me to dual, nipple-standing arousal and remained there, while yet another Daz moved on!
More and more of him appeared, lips kissing, hands pressing and caressing and I was beginning to wonder why I didn’t have multiple men tend to me all the time.
This was absolutely amazing!
I relaxed into his caresses, letting him stimulate every inch of my oh-so-sensitive skin.
When he sought my folds, I felt not only his kissing lips and the slip of his tongue, but the press and probe of his fingers, not just from one hand, but both . All of it, impossibly in the same place at once, working in tandem to stimulate me beyond reason.
I couldn’t quite tell when blistering pleasure finally peaked into a prolonged orgasm. My bliss didn’t spike, so much as it expanded to encompass all of me, thrumming through my body and filling my spirit with heavenly delight.
I moaned and mumbled as elation washed over me like waves on a beach. And the tide was coming in, those waves growing ever more powerful as my pleasure only seemed to build.
And when the second — far more powerful — orgasm hit, I cried out, writhing and squirming in uncontrollable ecstasy. But even then, it didn’t stop .
My cries turned to tremulous, gasping breaths and between them I begged.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, please, please!” It became my mantra.
“Yes?” The hot breath of my lover on my ear sent a new thrill through me.
“Please, fuck me! I want to feel you. I want you to come. I need you! Please!” I’d never begged for a man before, never been this open and vulnerable and vocal.
In the next instant the many mystical Daz’s faded back to one, still lying beside me. I was left panting and tingling as I lay amidst the exquisite bliss of that last powerful release.
Daz rose and shifted, moving between my legs. I opened myself to him as he knelt low. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me down to him. I yelped with the movement, a gleeful, playful noise, knowing I’d receive what I’d asked for very soon.
I looked down at the proud tower of his erection, throbbing and hard. His cock was robust and tall, with a heavy, flared tip. I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with it.
He bent over me, kissing one taut nipple. One of his arms slid under my butt, lifting me, as his other hand made sure his cock found my folds.
I was so very aroused and ready for him after everything he’d done. When he pressed and pushed inside me, we both gasped with impassioned surprise. He stopped there, his gloriously large tip pressing wonderfully against me. I wriggled around, teasing his cock with my writhing hips, and loving how he felt, rolling around inside me. Daz smiled as he pulled up and away from my breasts, kneeling straight.
Then he grabbed my hips, bracing me as he drove his cock deep into me.
I cried out with bliss, wrapping my legs around him.
He rolled his hips, thrusting with each motion. He pressed a hand down over my curls, his thumb slipping down to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts.
Given everything he’d already done, that was more than enough to whip me into a third body-clenching orgasm. I clamped down on him, hard, milking his cock, wanting him to come… but he only grinned down at me and whispered, “Not yet.”
I wanted to beg him to come, but I couldn’t speak. That last release had stolen my voice and nearly all of my breath. Instead, I spoke with my body, bucking and writhing around his cock as best I could, hoping to tease a release out of him. But he remained strong and hard inside me.
“No,” he whispered. I barely heard his words through my haze of bliss. “Other men have taken you here. I wish for my first time with you to be a first for you as well.”
I had no clue what he meant by this, but I didn’t care. After all he’d given me, he could do whatever he liked.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered again.
I nodded.
He moved us, shifting slowly and carefully. He withdrew as I was repositioned on my hands and knees, with him behind me. Then came pressure on my rear entrance and only then did I understand what he’d meant.
Exhilaration thrilled through me.
I’d never been one to shy away from trying new things. I managed to moan a soft “yes,” to encourage him.
He whispered something and slid into me with ease. I would have thought I’d be tight. Perhaps he’d used his powers on me? I didn’t really care because he felt massive and marvelous inside of me.
I let out a series of cries as he pushed in deeper. I kept thinking he couldn’t possibly go farther, only to feel him fill me even more.
And when my cheeks finally pressed to his loins, I’d become a whimpering mess: trembling with need. This newfound place of pleasure rocked me with waves of bliss as I neared yet another orgasm.
His hands moved down my flanks and prompted me up, helping me kneel in front of him. My back pressed to the round, hard muscles of his chest as one of his arms rose to a breast, kneading it roughly. His other hand slid down to find my clit and began a rhythmic stroking in time with his thrusts from behind. I put a hand over each of his, urging him, pressing harder, feeling his need finally matching my own.
“Yes,” I whispered again, I could feel it, his mounting pleasure, the heave and swell of his cock, the quickening pace as he grunted and pushed and drove himself to his release. My passion rose with his.
Higher.
Higher!
He let out a roar, slamming himself deep within me. The throbbing surge of his release bloomed inside me, driving me to a final, body-throbbing orgasm as I came with him.
A massive swell of orgasmic pleasure — not my own — enveloped me. Given everything else he’d done, I guessed this was Daz’s bliss — the pure euphoric rapture of his release — transferred from his aura to mine.
It was too much.
Far too much!
I joined his roaring shout as my release became a flood so powerful it surged between the fingers of Daz’s hand and mine, pressed to my folds.
I laughed, too lost to euphoria to care.
He grunted as I must have contracted around him. Still connected to his aura, I felt that spike of bliss too… which caused even more of a mess.
We collapsed onto the bed both panting and laughing in turns, wet and messy, but feeling so wonderfully connected and overjoyed.
“You’re going to need a new bed,” I said through my giggles.
“I’ll sleep in yours,” he whispered, kissing my back, arms wrapped tight around me.
I’d never just slept with a man before, but after everything Daz had done — how amazing this time with him had been — I figured I could allow him to share my bed.
Yet we were so exhausted we fell asleep in his.
We woke late in the evening. With the long summer’s days, it was still twilight out. Daz became his domestic-god self and went to make some dinner. I slipped on a robe and went for a quick bath. The waters were still tepid after the heat of the day. I quickly washed myself, feeling refreshed and full of life.
I lingered in the bath after I’d washed, even though the waters grew colder. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts.
Mostly… I wondered why in the blazes of the Five Hells, I hadn’t done this sooner! Why had I kept myself so guarded, not putting myself out there for this amazing love?
The answer to that came quickly: I’d kept my walls up… because of Kel. He’d hurt me so badly — torn my heart out — and I’d not wanted anything from any man. Despite all my fearlessness in battle, I’d been terrified of being hurt in love again.
But that had been a horrible misunderstanding. Kel loved me.
And Leo loved me…
And Daz loved me.
Could Kell give me the same slow and sensual experience I’d just had with Daz? He didn’t have the same magical powers to touch my aura and stimulate me that way, but still… could he be attentive and loving and slow? I actually didn’t know, but I wanted to find out.
And even though my experience with Leo had been hot and quick, I was certain he could be every inch the gentleman in bed, and love me like some fancy noble-lady, showered in roses and kisses, seeking only my lasting pleasure before he joined with me.
Despite the cooling water, I was getting quite hot.
I had three men who wanted me, but… who did I want?
I wasn’t sure where it came from, but my mind latched onto the heady fantasy of all three men pleasuring me, driving me crazy with their heated lust and abiding love.
Kel in front, thick and hard inside me.
Daz behind, thrusting as he had that afternoon.
Leo kissed and caressed, needing nothing for himself as he sought only my pleasure.
And the combined bliss was unimaginable.
But it was truly a fantasy.
Those three men couldn’t be more different. There was no way they’d ever be together like that.
Which led back to the question still haunting me: Which one did I want?
And the niggling answer, which whispered: all of them .