Chapter 28 #2
I think for a moment that he will not answer.
“Give her your cock,” He says, almost hissing. It is more than a request, it’s a demand.
Chiron nudges my thighs apart, and I obey. I am certain beyond reason that I am ready for him.
He lines the crown up with my entrance, swiping it through the wet heat that has pooled there.
Every touch sends a shock through me, and I am unsure that my legs will comply.
I keep my eyes open, watching Wren’s gaze travel down to the nest of dark curls that coalesce between my ample thighs.
Chiron groans behind me, taken with his own pleasure.
“This cunt. Netta…this pretty pussy…” He drawls, head leaned back against the bark of the tree. “Tell me what you want, love. What do you need me to do?” He whispers, waiting for my reply.
I have never been one to speak during the height of passion; it just has never been my way. But something about the three of us emboldened me, my conscious mind subdued along with all of its concerns and priestess graces.
“I want,” I start; as his crown circles my entrance, my pussy, as he called it.
“I want your cock.” The groan that escapes them both is synchronized.
My voice is entrancing; it feels not my own.
At least, not the one I have ever heard.
But the choice? That is fully mine. Chiron pushes carefully into me, guiding himself in with his hand clasped around the base of him.
He’s unrushed. He works me open slowly, with short thrusts of his hips.
I am lost to it, both full and aching for more of him.
Wren’s hand moves in his pocket, adjusting his own cock inside his breeches.
Chiron watches him too, I can feel it. “Show her.” He growls behind me, pushing farther into me as he speaks.
One hand remains on my waist, but the other travels up my back.
It lands on my shoulder, gently but firmly guiding me forward slightly.
I assume this eases his passage, because before I can take a breath, he is fully seated within me.
The moan that leaves my throat is without choice.
The stretch of him inside of me is pure ecstasy. He remains this way, waiting for Wren.
Wren registers this and moves his hand to untie his own breeches. When he reaches inside of them and pulls his cock free, my mouth waters at the sight. Wren’s cock is…stunning. Long and veined with his own need. He passes his thumb over the crown of it. Stroking his fist up and down slowly.
Chiron begins to move me over him. I cannot catch my breath. My eyes are fixated on Wren’s work. The grip on his erection appears painfully tight, but by the way his head lolls back into the tree, I can tell he is also enraptured in pleasure.
I turn my head back to look at Chiron, and he too, is deep in his own satisfaction.
His hooded eyes pass from Wren’s stroking fist back to the place where he stretches me.
He pulls me onto his cock with a rhythm that makes my eyes roll back inside my head, and I struggle not to hang my head as I give in to the sensation of being so full.
Being exposed here at the edge of the forest for Wren’s view is an intoxicating experience.
Somewhere at the edge of my thoughts, I register that the driver sleeps a hundred or so paces away from us, but the trees muffle the sound of our skin slapping together.
Even so, it is not uncommon on the Isle for ritual ecstasy to dissolve into the pleasure of the body.
I am the ritual Wren watches. The ritual Chiron participates in. I am at both of their mercies. So I choose to revel in it.
Chiron’s rutting behind me turns more frantic, and his words even more uncontrolled. The things he thinks but only speaks in these moments of revelry in our flesh.
“Someday,” He says, pacing his words with each thrust. “Wren and I will fill you at once, Vonetta.” The pressure of his hands on my waist increases, claiming the supple flesh there as he draws me back onto him.
My legs begin to vibrate beneath me, threatening to drop me to the forest floor.
“We’ll pass you back and forth, sweet wife.
” I can feel the pressure in my stomach building now, at the thought of this.
Both of them, at once? I squeeze my eyes closed, but I can hear Wren’s pace on his cock quickening. We’re all unraveling together.
“Sweet pussy…let it happen, Netta. Come for us. Come apart on my cock for Wren.” I do.
I open my eyes in time to see Wren’s seed spilling from him with each quick pass of his hand.
His head is fully tipped back against the tree, his hair mussed behind him.
His pleasure is ripped from him, agony and ecstasy combined on his features.
My own is something else. A keening sound is pulled from deep in my belly as my inner walls squeeze and flutter around Chiron’s cock.
I can feel him growing thicker and hotter as he releases his own pleasure into me.
He pulls me back to him, his slick skin pressed against my back and his mouth hot at my neck once more.
His breath comes out in pants as the last of his seed pumps into me.
My body is drained of all energy, and I slump back against him without thought.
Chiron wraps a steadying arm around my waist, holding me in place. My legs do not settle their shaking for long minutes. When I open my eyes, the dual agony and relief are evident from Wren. He loves this, he hates this.
Chiron’s lips find my ear, sending shivers coursing through me.
“What is this to you, Wren? Look at her. What are we to you?” He says. Wren’s eyes grow wide at Chiron’s question, though he does not hesitate to answer him, wrecked as he is.
“I have spent my life seeking wisdom, studying the Gods…this land. I have never felt reverent of them at any altar. It was a scholastic pursuit, a moral one. Yet now I am reverent…of you. An unwilling acolyte at this altar. Ready to confess every sin—ready to commit any sin to keep you. I am broken…by you both.”