Chapter 17 #3
His fingers stroke slowly and deliberately over my clit and I forget about everything else except how I feel at this moment.
My hips chase the feeling instinctively, shifting back and forth, and he does it again, watching my face with that dark, intent expression of his, like he's cataloguing every reaction.
"Thorian," I breathe.
"I have you," he says.
Fenric brings his hands to my hips and guides me gently, lifting me slightly in the water, and I wrap my legs around his waist the way he indicates, locking my ankles behind him.
Thorian continues to touch me, but Fenric levels himself below Thorian’s hand, waiting at my entrance, just frozen there, and the anticipation of it makes my inner muscles clench around nothing.
Talon breaks his bite on my neck, groaning loudly, and presses kisses against my neck.
"Slowly," Thorian says, low, to Fenric.
Fenric nods, his eyes on mine, and begins to ease forward.
The first inch makes me exhale sharply. He's big, bigger than I was entirely prepared for, and my body stretches to accommodate him, unfamiliar and overwhelming and so, so full. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, holding my breath, wondering if this is even possible. I’m a human. I’m small. Can I even take a berserker?
"Breathe," Fenric murmurs. "We've got you. Just breathe."
I breathe. Thorian's fingers continue their slow, steady movement against my clit and I feel myself soften around Fenric incrementally, my body beginning to understand what it's being asked to do.
Fenric eases in another inch, and another, achingly gradual. His mouth finds mine and his kiss distracts me from the tightness. But it’s overwhelming.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” Talon whispers, continuing to rock his erection against my ass while grabbing my breasts.
Distantly, I hear the sound of screaming. Roars. And the blood red moon’s light shifts beneath the clouds overhead, pretty, far away. Like it’s part of another world.
Fenric pushes in deeper and deeper, each time making my body adjust to him, making me question briefly what I’m doing before I relax once more. And then, he stops when he’s fully inside of me.
“Fuck,” Fenric murmurs against my mouth. “You’re so tight. So damn tight.”
“Fenric, you need to fuck her,” Thorian says, sounding out of breath.
The berserker looks at me again. “Ready?”
Ready? For what?
“I’m ready.”
He curses under his breath, and then thrusts. I gasp at the sharp, brief flash of pain that makes me go rigid. I heard it hurt. I still didn’t know what to expect.
"I know," he says immediately, stilling completely. "I know. Just give it a minute."
He doesn't move. Thorian strokes me slowly, patiently, and Talon's thumbs draw careful circles over my nipples, and the pain softens after a handful of breaths, dissolving into the heat of everything surrounding it.
"Okay," I whisper.
Fenric moves again, and this time there's nothing but fullness, warmth, the extraordinary feeling of being stretched and held and wanted, and a sound escapes me that I feel no inclination to stop.
"Good?" he asks.
"More," I tell him.
His pace changes, slow and deep, each stroke deliberate, and I feel every inch of it. My inner muscles grip and release around him and the sensation sends sparks up my spine, electric, like the air before lightning, that same charged, breathless feeling of something enormous gathering.
Thorian takes my hand and wraps it around his cock, showing me without words how to stroke him, how to make him feel good, guiding the pressure and the rhythm until I understand, and then he releases my hand and lets me continue on my own, his head dropping back slightly, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
Behind me, Talon's hips rock steadily, the hard length of him moving against my back and the curve of my ass, his breath coming faster at against my neck, and the combination of all of it, Fenric inside me, Thorian in my hand, Talon at my back, his hands on my chest, is almost more than I can hold in my body at once.
I feel electric. Every nerve ending is alive. My skin sparks where anyone touches it, and my thoughts dissolve into pure sensation.
Thorian's fingers return to my clit and I cry out, the sound swallowed by the steam and the dark and the water around us. The pressure has been building since before I understood what it was building toward, and now it tightens, focuses, pulls inward to a single bright point.
"Thorian," I gasp.
Fenric moves deeper and I clench around him hard, my orgasm hitting me so hard that I feel like I’m shattering into a million pieces.
Pleasure rolls through me in waves that go on longer than I think possible, my whole body shaking with it.
My legs tighten around Fenric's waist, and I’m crying out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Even though I don’t know why.
Fenric swears, and I feel him come inside of me. His seed is even hotter than his body. It’s shocking how hot it is. Shocking how good it feels and that I want more.
Talon goes next. I feel him shoot his seed against my back, just out of the water’s reach as he gasps into my hair. Thorian goes last. His cum slides down my hand, pumping and pumping out like it’ll never stop.
Which is hot. All of it. Just so fucking hot.
Then, it’s quiet. Just the sound of the hot spring around us and all of us breathing.
I feel warm everywhere. Satisfied in a way I’ve never been before.
Fenric presses his lips to my cheek.
"Alright?" he murmurs.
I laugh, soft and helpless. "More than alright. I feel… amazing.”
They laugh.
“Yeah?” Thorian asks.
“I could do this every day for forever,” I say, sighing.
Thorian touches my cheek. “Maybe we can arrange that?”
“Yeah?”
Fenric grins. “I sure as hell could get used to this.”
Behind me, Talon makes a little sound. “Damn it, you’re supposed to fall under my spell, not the other way around.”
There’s more screaming. Closer this time.
Growls follow, deep and terrible, seeming to echo through the entire world.
But in here, surrounded by stone and the constant rush of the waterfall, it all feels strangely distant.
Unreal. Like the horrors outside can't quite penetrate the sanctuary we've found.
“Is it always that good?” I ask.
Thorian pulls my face towards him and kisses him. “Just wait until you give me a try.”
My blood heats up. “Is that a promise?”