Chapter 15 #3
“What shall we do to our little mortal plaything, brothers?” Titus asked. Then traced his tongue down my abdomen. His tongue was hotter than a normal body temperature.
My heart raced. Was this actually happening?
Did I want this to happen? From the sound of it, they had done this before, more than once.
My clothing continued to slowly smolder away, inching down to my belly button.
They were going to use me like an object, and I fucking wanted it more than anything.
The High Lord’s hot breath on my body, mixed with the undeniable pull I felt toward him, had me writhing with need for his touch. But it was the sensation of all their hands and mouths on me at once that finally drove me over the edge, and broke my self-control.
I would do anything, submit in any way to them for the pleasure I craved.
“Take it,” I breathed out in a long, drawn-out moan.
“That sounded like consent to me,” Aurelius remarked seductively.
“I love seeing the feisty, mouthy, mortal Delilah become so undone and turn into a needy, little whore for our cocks.” Titus smirked, and the second and third in command agreed.
He began to rub on my throbbing clit between my legs over my pants with his thumb.
I could feel the unnatural heat of his touch through the leather.
The warmth, his power, every touch felt electrifying and magnetic.
My back arched off the coffee table, and I screamed in pleasure; he wasn’t even inside me yet, and he had me this worked up.
Is this what it was like to have sex with an immortal powerful being? Fuck. Sign me the fuck up!
His smooth seductive voice vibrated on my sensitive skin. “The way I see it, princess, you have three holes and three hard cocks that need to be fucked, and I want to claim your cunt first.”
“I would love to fuck her ass. Did you see it in these pants? It drove me insane during training. It took everything in me not to bend her over and take her right there.” Cercies said.
“I have already memorized every curve of her body,” Aurelius replied while nodding, “including the beautiful arches of her delicate lips. I’d love to see them wrapped around me while I look into her stunning eyes. I could come just thinking about it.”
Titus crawled on top of me, his mouth almost touching mine.
I wanted his kiss more than anything. I wanted his passion and his affection just as much as I wanted his body.
I placed one hand on his face and ran the other through his hair, then whispered something that surprised even me.
I locked my heated gaze onto his and said softly, “I’m yours. ”
His eyes widened. He paused, his expression turning unreadable.
A faint tremor rolled through his body before he went completely still, his brows furrowing as his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse stutter.
Something had shifted. I watched it happen in real time.
The easy arrogance faded. The carefully maintained control vanished.
Whatever arrangement he had made with himself, whatever lie he had been telling himself about being able to share me, seemed to crack apart beneath the weight of a realization he could no longer ignore.
He stared at me as though he were seeing something for the first time.
The next thing I knew, the door to the private room swung open with a bang, and a furious Prisca stood fuming in the doorway. Her eyes locked onto Aurelius, flames gathering in her hands.
Aurelius released his hold on my breast and stared blankly at the High Lord’s sister.
Titus climbed off me, and I rolled onto my side, covering my chest. My pants were still intact, and the slow burn of my clothing had stopped with the intrusion.
Prisca glared at the Dragon Master, and I could have sworn I saw a single tear slip from the corner of her eye.
“Get the fuck out, Prisca, before I feed you to Draxxinar!” Titus roared, flames rolling off his shoulders.
“Sorry to interrupt, whatever the fuck this is, but we just got word. There’s been another attack, so maybe put your cocks away and do your fucking job!” She scolded, then slammed the door.
“Fuck!” Cercies shouted.
All three males moved at once, vaulting over furniture and rushing out, springing into action, and leaving me topless and alone on the table.
I could not move for several moments. An overwhelming sense of shame crashed through me like a sucker punch to the gut.
It felt as though whatever influence I had been under was suddenly gone, leaving only emptiness and shame for feeling what I had felt, for wanting what I had craved.
I picked up Titus’s magic blanket and wrapped it around myself, covering my bare breasts. When the fabric met my skin, I realized it was just a regular blanket. The artificial warmth the High Lord had given it was gone, and for some reason, of all things, that was what made my tears surface.
After consoling myself, I opened the lounge door and headed back to my room.
Waiting just outside was a familiar friend, my hallway companion, the little floating orb of fire.
It drifted close to my face, inspecting the last few tears that had not yet fallen.
I clutched my makeshift dress, which looked more like a toga at this point.
The orb swirled around me as if trying to cheer me up, and we played our usual game all the way back to my quarters. When we reached my hallway, I spotted a beautiful female with long, wavy, chocolate brown hair carrying a basket of laundry. We locked eyes.
“Delilah! You’re back!” Calpurnia cried.
She dropped the basket and ran toward me.
I tried to run to her too, but ended up doing an awkward shuffle in my blanket.
She wrapped her arms around me. I could not hug her back since my hands were holding the fabric in place, but I leaned into her and told her how much I had missed her.
“Why are you naked, love?” she giggled.
“Oh, uh, my shirt caught on fire. I’m fine. I’m just going to go in and change,” I reassured her.
She blinked a couple times, giving me a perplexed stare. “Okay, I have to help the fire sprites take breakfast to the war room, but after that I’ll be back to hear all about your adventure!” she said with a shining smile.
“Would you like me to draw you a bath before I go?” she asked.
“No, that’s all right, Cal. I can manage. Thanks,” I replied.
She nodded, and we parted ways, leaving me to soak and get some much-needed rest, along with time to shake off the High Lord’s lingering touch.