Chapter 42 Folami
Chapter Forty-Two
Folami
“Then have me, Lex. I am yours.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than Lex let out a pained groan. He pulled me down the bed and underneath his body as he rolled to the left.
I let out a surprised squeak—embarrassed that such a sound would even leave my lips—at the sudden movement.
Clearly, the Bond had immediately combated whatever residual fatigue existed from the Mage Sickness. My core thrummed in anticipation, knowing I was about to have Lex—and hopefully Ilyas—for the first time.
“And I am yours,” he hummed lowly before dipping down to kiss my lips. The kiss was slower, more sensual than I anticipated. His mouth met mine in a dance that slowly relaxed my muscles and let me melt into him.
I opened my mouth as he licked at the seam of my lips, begging for entry. I complied easily, letting my tongue tangle with his as Lex ground shamelessly into my hip.
We kissed for what felt like hours before Lex drew away, only to return his mouth to my right breast, lavishing my nipple with attention. The fingers of his other hand came up to pinch my left, and I cried out, turning my head.
That was a mistake, for my gaze landed on Ilyas, a dark giant in the chair as he watched us, roughly palming his obvious erection.
My hand reached for him as Lex switched breasts, fingers twitching to draw him closer. Ilyas’ eyebrows climbed his forehead, but he didn’t move, didn’t move to join us, even going as far as to shake his head at my grab.
I cried out both in dismay and in pleasure as Lex grasped both of my breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed.
“She wants you to join us,” Lex rasped, gaze never pulled from my face.
“I’m aware, Mage,” Ilyas said, a hint of dark promise in his voice. “And I will. But first, I want to watch you fuck her, want to watch as the Bond solidifies completely.”
I whimpered at his words, my core clenching.
“Then, I want her to lie on her back and spread her pussy wide. Show me the cum you left behind”—Lex groaned painfully into my neck, hips thrusting wildly—“I’m going to eat every last drop of your release from her cunt. Only then will I take what’s mine.”
“Gods,” Lex murmured, and I moaned in agreement.
“Best get moving, if that’s what you want,” Ilyas said, a slight reprimand in his voice.
Instantly, Lex sprang into action, shoving his pants and undergarments off before working to hastily remove mine. My legs spread of their own accord, showing Ilyas a glimpse of my pussy glistening with arousal.
He growled, low and deep, before freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and stroking it aggressively with one large fist.
I froze, muscles tensing at just how large Ilyas was.
He chuckled again, causing the hairs to stand at attention along my skin as his palm moved slowly down his shaft, exposing his large, round crown weeping with precum.
“It’ll fit, ayaba. It’ll fit.”
My breath stuttered in my chest, eyes fixated on Ilyas’ erection until Lex moved, blocking my view of the enormous Pleasure Mage entirely.
Lex’s cock stood proud in the scant space between us, the tip glistening with his arousal as he watched me watch him. I was transfixed by the beauty of his cock, at the perfect roundness of his head, and the width of his shaft.
It, like him, was beautiful—perfect.
“You can touch me, Folami,” Lex husked, breath whooshing through his teeth as I grasped him firmly. His shaft was just as warm, just as perfectly smooth as it looked, and I pushed up to my elbow to taste him.
My tongue snaked out, flicking over his head and pulling a groan from deep within his chest.
“What is she doing, my Mage?” Ilyas commanded, his voice gravely with desire.
“Licking me, tasting me. Using her hand and tongue,” he said, breath hitching as I took him into my mouth. Slowly, I pushed down until he was nearly encased fully before retreating once more, trailing my tongue up his shaft as I went.
Lex groaned, chin falling to his heaving chest.
“Did she take you into her perfect mouth?” Ilyas goaded, the slick sounds of his hand on his erection matching the obscene noises coming from me as I took Lex into my mouth once more. “Cup his balls. Play with them,” Ilyas commanded.
Instantly, I obeyed, my free hand snaking out to pull on his testicles, nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin as I lay down once more. Lex took over while I adjusted my position on the bed, his hips fucking lightly into my mouth.
Once this was done and my hindbrain was no longer in control of my actions, I was certain I’d be horrified by the way I so easily gave up control, so willingly let Lex and Ilyas command my body.
But those thoughts were far from my mind.
All that possessed me was pleasure—theirs and mine. The idea of joining our bodies together, joining Lex’s and my soul, was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
I hummed around his length as he jerkily thrust into my mouth, the tip of his cock occasionally striking the back of my throat.
“That’s enough,” Ilyas called. Lex’s motions stilled immediately, his erection pressed halfway down my throat. I gagged, spit escaping the corners of my mouth and tears welling in my eyes as he withdrew, allowing me to breathe once more.
A wicked smile painted Lex’s face, desire glinting in his chocolate irises as he moved to the bed, exposing Ilyas once more.
My eyes quickly shot to the other Vessel, surprised to see a mask of cool confidence and his hand resting on his thigh rather than gripping his erection.
“Make her come, Lex. Then fuck her.”
His crude words sent ripples of heat down my skin, exposing my nerve endings and standing my hair on end.
“Gladly,” Lex murmured, already lowering his head to the apex of my thighs.
“Eyes on me, ayaba,” Ilyas barked as my eyelids drifted shut with the first swipe of Lex’s tongue.
I pulled them open with an incredible effort, focusing my hazy gaze on the dominant man in the shadows.
My breath came in quick pants, small moans breaking free, as Lex ate me like a man starved. His tongue alternated between erratic patterns directly on my clit before moving lower, pressing against each of my entrances with fervor.
It was hot and messy, my skin heated and sweaty with insatiable desire only deepened by the carnal lust glinting in Ilyas’ steadfast gaze.
Never once did he pull his eyes from mine, and I obeyed his every word.
“You’re getting close,” Ilyas remarked, and I nodded fervently, pulling desperately on Lex’s hair to urge him closer to my center, to the place I needed his tongue the most.
“Lex, suck her clit and push two fingers inside her. She’s going to come.”
A slave to Ilyas’ demands, Lex breached my entrance with two thick fingers, immediately finding that forbidden spot deep inside and pressing hard while pulling my clit into his mouth. He suckled it, swirling his tongue around my bundle of nerves, and I came with a shout, eyes locked on Ilyas.
Breathing heavily, skin buzzing with my orgasm, I released Lex’s hair as he pulled away, lips glistening with my release. With a feral grin, Lex lined himself up with my entrance and pushed inside, squeezing past resistance to both his size and from my orgasm.
I hissed at the stretch and burn, both men stilling at the sound.
Lex paused, cock twitching inside, as I willed my muscles to relax. A softness returned to his features as he stroked my cheek, thumb resting on my lips.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?” he asked fervently, desperately searching my face to ensure he hadn’t hurt me.
My heart ached; for him, for me. For the trauma we both survived.
“Yes,” I whispered, caressing his cheek in turn. Lex’s eyes closed on a relieved breath as he turned his face into my palm, kissing it gently.
“I’m going to move slow and try to make this last as long as I can. You’ll need me to stretch you as much as possible if you’re going to take Ilyas,” he admitted with a grimace.
I smiled as my inner walls relaxed, my hips pushing upward in a bid to get him to move.
“Focus on us for now,” I said softly. “I want this to be about us.”
Lex’s smile was radiant, a balm to the aching pieces of my soul. He pulled out before tentatively thrusting in again. There was a small bite of pain, but nothing compared to when he first entered me.
I sighed, relaxing into his quickening thrusts as I continued to stroke his cheek. I felt the Bond grow and snap into place as we moved, joining together as one.
Lex groaned and stilled at the sensation, awe flooding his features.
“I can feel you,” he whispered, hips pistoning faster. He swirled in a circular motion, evidently trying to stretch me to fit Ilyas once we were done.
“And I, you,” I agreed. It was nothing like I experienced with my first Mage. No wrongness or pressure; it was almost as if a lightness resided in my soul, a missing piece finally coming home to make me whole.
Lex gently wiped at my cheeks, catching falling tears with his thumbs.
“It’s okay, Fo, it’s okay,” he whispered, and I watched in fascination as emotion painted his cheeks.
“I . . . I don’t know why I’m crying,” I admitted with a watery laugh. Ilyas’ deep chuckle and Lex’s bashful huff joined with mine, and it just felt right.
It felt like home.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Lex admitted, hands still cupping my face. My body jolted from his thrusts, breasts bouncing in time to his rhythm.
“Come, Lex,” I whispered. “Join us together.”
With a pained groan, Lex’s eyes slammed shut, teeth gnashing together as his hips stilled against mine. His cock twitched deep inside as he came, evidence of his pleasure already leaking out and down my thighs.
Ilyas groaned from the corner of the room as Lex withdrew from my pussy, half-hard cock glistening with our combined release.
“Spread your legs. Let him see,” Lex whispered into my neck as he trailed tantalizing kisses across my chest.
My cheeks heated at even the thought of that lewd action.
“Only if you’re comfortable. Only if you want to,” Lex said solemnly, withdrawing to lock eyes. Our gazes clashed, a myriad of emotions and shared experiences bouncing within the empty space between our faces.
“I’m embarrassed,” I admitted lowly, just loud enough for Lex to hear.
I was certain my . . . equipment was not what Ilyas and Lex were used to seeing.
I’d had a child, been pregnant more than once, and suffered extreme sexual abuse at the hands of my last Mage.
There were scars, both physical and emotional, that made sex a daunting task in and of itself.
Asking me to bare my most private areas—ones that showcased the most imperfect parts of myself—was a monumental task in trust.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Ilyas said, his voice loud and near my ear. I flinched from his unexpected proximity. Lex’s brow furrowed as he shot his Vessel a chastising look before gently pushing a braid over my shoulder.
Ilya’s strong fingers cupped my jaw, pulling my gaze to his. My breathing increased again as I saw fire and brimstone in his ocean eyes.
“There is nothing for you to be embarrassed about. I want every part of you—the scars and the sunshine.”
I hummed, avoiding eye contact even as both men studied every minute movement.
“Why are you embarrassed, Folami?” Lex asked quietly, sitting back on his heels to caress my thighs.
With a wry laugh, I gestured to my thighs and vagina.
“Do you not see the scarring? The marks my Mage etched into my flesh? The shredding of my labia that healed mangled? The . . . looseness of my vagina from childbirth?” My voice was nearly a whisper at the end, all of my past insecurities raging to the forefront once more.
“Yes, I see them. I’ve felt them, too. Licked them with my tongue,” Lex said, as if it were simply another innocuous conversation. “What of it? Am I enraged with what that poor excuse of a man did to you? Yes. Do I wish he wasn’t dead simply so I could watch you kill him?”
“Yes,” Ilyas growled, fingers never leaving my face.
“But I can’t. You have already exacted that revenge, even if he deserved far worse than what he was given.”
“We can either choose to dwell on the way your body was violated and disfigured by his hand—” Ilyas continued.
“Or we can worship the warrior it’s turned you into.”
“Our queen,” Ilyas finished softly.
My breath stuttered in my chest, gaze flying wildly from one man to the other. Resolve and acceptance were written in their harsh gazes.
“You truly mean that, don’t you?” I asked.
Both men huffed twin laughs, Lex’s calloused hands caressing my skin again as my thighs slowly fell open of their own accord.
“Of course, ayaba. And if anyone made you feel differently, including the d’Aelius heir, we will correct their . . . misgivings ourselves.” The dark promise in Ilyas’ voice made me shiver with returning arousal.
“No,” I whispered shakily. “Peytor has always worshipped me for who I am.”
A pang of sadness ripped through unexpectedly at the thought of Peytor, at the idea that he should be here with us.
“Eventually, Folami. He’ll be with us eventually,” Lex whispered with a small half-smile.
“If you’re thinking of other men while we’re in the room, perhaps we’re not doing our best at pleasuring you. Hmm?” Ilyas teased, eyes sparkling with mirth but holding a silent question.
The energy in the air shifted with a quick nod of my head.
“Wonderful,” Ilyas purred, gently pushing Lex away from my thighs. “Now it is my turn, ayaba.”