Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“I did not, but I have a feeling I’ll know it well by the night’s end.” She removes her gown and throws it on the floor. Her violet wings splay behind her, soft velvet against my silken sheets.
I stand at the edge of the bed, growing hard at the mere sight of her lithe fingers unfastening her stays. Her shoulders and the softness that surrounds them may be my undoing. I allow myself a single touch, my fingertips brushing against her wings, and she shudders.
“No one has ever touched me there,” she says.
My lids droop shut. “Good. Allow me to be the first.”
OPHELIA
I drape my body across his bed, my legs pressed together so as not to give Emyr more than he’s earned.
Much to my frustration, his clothes are still on, but I can see the bulge in his trousers.
That’s enough to urge me onward with my motions.
I run my fingers down my naked body, kneading my petite breasts with both hands.
“It’s almost as if I don’t need to be here at all,” Emyr mutters, smiling slyly.
“Perhaps you don’t.” I rub my thumb over my hard nipple. “I can take care of myself just as well.”
“Hm…” He removes his shirt and drops it onto the ground, joining a mess of books and discarded capes. “Show me.”
Across his chest is a golden tattooed symbol of a sun—a reminder of who he is. Not only is he a Sun Fae, but he’s the future king of this land, and we will be the ones to break this curse. As far as I am concerned, he is the sun.
I move a hand between my legs and sigh as I circle my clit. His watchful gaze already has me wet. I dip my finger into my hole and gasp as my arousal coats me. It’s too simple to glide over my clit, making my body shake and twitch with each movement.
When another Emyr appears, I fear I’m going cross-eyed. It’s not until they move to either side of the bed, surrounding me, that I realize I’m not. One of his magical doubles—I should have known.
For once, his double doesn’t alarm me; it entices me.
“It seems like you need more hands,” one Emyr murmurs, rubbing my breast with expert fingers. “Are you sure you don’t wish for us to help?”
“I—“ My breath hitches. “Both of you? Can you…?”
I was always under the impression that his duplicate was a trick of the light, an illusion. Emyr proves me wrong, as he often does. His other self curls his fingers in my hair and turns my head in his direction. He kisses me, hard and rough, his tongue gliding into my mouth as if he owns me.
How he devours me is far too distracting.
“Yes,” the one who is not kissing me says. “We can touch you. We can taste you. We can fuck you.”
“Please.” My plea is a whimpered, gargled mess, quickly swallowed by the other Emyr.
He’ll hardly let me breathe.
At last, he pulls my head away and stares at me with a devouring look.
The other being—I don’t know which is real, which is all too arousing—rubs his hand over my throbbing cunt. He pushes his fingers in and sighs, pressing his palm against my clit. “We’ll have so much fun with you.”
“Will you… take me in both holes?”
“We will do whatever you please,” the other Emyr says, lying on the bed. “We are here for your pleasure. Come, Queen. Take your place on your throne.”
I don’t know what he means until the other Emyr uses gentle hands to guide me onto the lying one’s face. This is a position I know well, but what I’m not used to is another being pushing me onto the face of my lover.
One Emyr sits in front of me, his hands on his hips as he shoves me onto a willing, waiting mouth. The rough motions of his fingers and the sensation of the tongue make me gasp over and over.
The one beneath me has closed his eyes, moaning as he devours me so completely. I may unravel right here, with Emyr rocking me back and forth onto the wet mouth of his duplicate.
“Tell me,” he murmurs. “Do you like this? Do you like using my magical self for your pleasure?”
“Yes,” I whimper, practically falling onto him as desire washes through me in an intense wave.
“Hm…” The real Emyr groans, moving me faster, his fingers pressing hard enough that my hips may bruise. “Take your pleasure, Queen. Unravel on his tongue. Don’t worry. Suffocate him in your thighs.”
I nod, gasping, putting the full weight of my body onto my lover’s head. But he’s not my lover, I know that now—the one touching my hips, forcing me to ride another one’s face, is the real Emyr.
He’s the one I lock eyes with when I come, my chest pressed to his. I hardly notice when he’s unfastening his trousers.
“Don’t move.” The real Emyr’s voice is a harsh command, unlike any I’ve heard from him.
I do as he says, grabbing the headboard to keep myself upright. The man beneath me never ceases, his tongue circling my sensitive clit over and over. While I could ask him to stop, I don’t—nor do I wish to.
The real Emyr moves behind me, and the tip of his cock lines up with my entrance. I grip the headboard tighter, waiting for his length to fill me as it has before. It’s different now. The man beneath me licks me faster as Emyr pushes his cock into me in one go.
“You are soaking for me,” he grunts, wrapping his fingers in my hair. “You love using us both for your pleasure, do you not? Let me feel how much you adore it.”
“Emyr,” I whine.
“You must come again.” He fucks into me all at once, rougher than I expect. “I can feel what he feels, you know. I can practically taste you. Pull his hair, and we’ll both enjoy it.”
I do as he asks, yanking as hard as I can.
He whimpers, his hips stuttering for a moment. “Gods. Curse it, Ophelia. Your cunt is already clenching for me.” He thrusts his hips in hard, just once. “But I can’t give you my seed yet.”
“Why not?” I clench again, this time on purpose. “Please, Your Highness. Give it to me. It is what I need. Claim me as your queen.”
“Gods! Dammit it all.” His groan is nearly loud enough to rattle the paintings on the walls. He pulls out and glares at me, frustration and desire clear in his expression. “On your back. I didn’t know my queen would be so greedy.”
I am greedy. I want to feel them both, to watch them both as I come, and to finish as many times as they will allow it. That leads me to listening to the command. Goose bumps form across my flesh, and the cool air hardens my nipples.
They both tower over me. One—the real one—stands between my legs. His heavy, leaking cock presses against my clit, causing me to writhe beneath him.
The duplicate goes to the edge of the bed and removes his pants, wrapping his hand around his cock. He pumps himself once, twice, and presses closer—pushing his cock against my closed lips.
“Will you taste me now?” Emyr’s double asks, desperation dripping from his sweet voice.
As an answer, I wrap my lips around him. My tongue collects the little drops of his arousal, and he pushes his hips, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. I keep my head turned as he goes.
The real Emyr fucks into me, this time with no warning. He moves closer and presses his thumb against my clit. I’ve never known so much pleasure. They’re using me, and it’s all I have ever wanted.
“You’re doing so well,” Emyr’s double crooks, stroking my hair.
Even with the retching, gagging sounds emitting from the back of my throat, he compliments me. My eyes well with tears, and Emyr smirks as he wipes them away. “Do you want me to stop, my Queen?”
I glare and move my head, taking him deeper, adamant to finish them both. It’s never something I’ve thought about, but having two men fill me has me lit up with pleasure. Emyr seems to enjoy it as well. The one between my legs moves faster, harder, his eyes stuck on my mouth as the other thrusts.
“Never seen a prettier sight,” the real Emyr mumbles, rubbing my clit harder.
My mouth remains open, letting the double push into me in shallow thrusts.
I moan around his cock as Emyr uses my cunt, unintelligible sounds of desire muffled by his length.
This was supposed to be about my pleasure, but it has quickly become for them, and that only enhances each sensation by a thousand.
The sounds falling from me can no longer be contained, too loud to be muffled by the cock in my throat.
Their pleasure fills me, and I feel it all, intensified by there being not one Emyr inside me, but two.
The double spurts into my mouth first, his hips jerking as he coats my throat in his arousal.
He pulls back and strokes my hair so softly, you would never know he was punishing my throat a moment before.
The other whimpers and whines as I unravel, clenching around him, my body shaking.
“That’s right,” the double whispers. “Keep letting him use you. Be a good toy for us.” He turns my head gently, forcing me to watch the real Emyr. “See what you do to us?”
Emyr looks at me with eyes filled with pleasure, pupils blown wide.
His lips part. He is disheveled, whimpering, seconds from release.
How I long to break him, and I think he longs to let me.
I can feel that urge, but he holds off—as if savoring each push into my clenching hole.
The double wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes.
That is the sight that seems to push the true Emyr over the edge.
“Fuck!” Emyr growls, collapsing on top of me as he fills me, his hips twitching uselessly. His seed is so plentiful that it leaks onto the bed.
The other Emyr finally flickers and fades, leaving just us.
EMYR
I’m spent. I roll onto my back, breathing harshly, and stare up at the ceiling. There are precious few things in the realm that fill me with greater pleasure than this, but there’s no denying it takes a lot out of me. Holding my magic and pleasing my lover in one breath is no easy feat.
Ophelia sits up, peering down at me with a curious gaze.
“Is this something you do… often?” she asks in a small voice.
I laugh, running my fingers through my hair. “I suppose so. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Her cheeks grow redder, something I would have thought was impossible, considering how flushed they already were. “Of course, I enjoyed myself. That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.” She moves on top of me, resting her chin on my chest. “You’re tired now.”
It’s not a question. Ophelia’s empathic gifts are growing stronger by the day. She can likely feel the exhaustion washing over me, and she may know there is more to it as well.
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Yes. I am.”
“Does this truly bring you such great pleasure?” She strokes the side of my face. “Are you able to feel everything twice?”
“Yes.” I sigh softly. “But more than that, I’m able to bring my lover great pleasure. That becomes my pleasure in return.”
She presses her lips against my chin. “You please me with or without your magic. You know that, yes?”
Warmth blossoms in my chest, and to my surprise, tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
There have been people who took advantage of my double upon learning of the pleasure my magic can bring and wore me out.
It’s a complicated thing, the enjoyment I derive from my magic, and separating it from the people who didn’t deserve it.
Ophelia can see through me, can see the things I don’t say.
“Do I really?” I whisper. “Most, upon learning of my gifts, can’t get enough of them.”
She chuckles lowly. “I can’t get enough of you. Whether or not your magic is included in our time together, I will savor each moment.”
She doesn’t know how much those words mean to me.
“Thank you.”
“We don’t have to do anything that tires you out, or anything you don’t enjoy. You know that, right?”
“I know.” I look up at the ceiling. “It’s complicated. Nothing brings me greater pleasure than using my magic like this, but there have been times when…” I shake my head.
“Go on.”
“When I worry that I have nothing more to give than my magic.” I shake my head harder, as if I can push away the thoughts. “It doesn’t matter. There are greater concerns than my feelings.”
“To me, there are no greater worries.” She leans forward, pressing her forehead against mine and forcing me to peer deep into her eyes. “I’ll find countless ways to make sure you know how much you are worth to me. It can’t all be done in this night, but it will be done.”
“Will it?” I smile softly, not doubting her, but curious.
“Yes. It will.” She sits up, able to move off the bed as if she hadn’t just been fucked within an inch of her life. “Starting now. I’ll sneak off to the kitchens to fetch us a snack. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”
I start to sit up, but my bones are too weak. “You don’t have to—“
“Yes.” She gives me a firm look. “I do.”
Even though that stony look is the last thing she leaves me with, the warmth is still there in my chest. The cursed Sun Palace is brighter now than it has ever been, and it’s all her doing.