Chapter 70
Rosomon
The men shed their remaining clothes and join me at the end of the bed, Zogar and Saxon to my sides, and Tynan behind me. Their fingers trail everywhere, as they take turns kissing my mouth, in between kissing me everywhere else.
Together, their gentle lips and hands lift my arousal and heighten my love, and I feel like the most delicate, most precious being in the world. I’m not sure I want them to continue to treat me with such tenderness all night, but I’m happy to let them set the pace.
“How can I be so lucky?” I moan as fingers tease the hair low on my belly, and I press my legs against the muscular thighs on either side of me. “I really don’t have to choose?”
From behind me, Tynan cups my breasts and gently squeezes. “The only thing you need to choose is who’s cock to take first.”
“Ma chérie.” Saxon turns my face toward him. “Tonight, you choose nothing.”
My cleft flutters, both from his words and the way that Tynan is playing with my nipples.
“I agree, my queen.” Zogar’s large hand parts my thighs. “But let us know if one of us hurts you. Or if you want something different.”
I nod.
“Let us take care of you.” Saxon’s lips skim down my throat and then over my collarbone.
“Let us love you.” Zogar nudges my face toward him and kisses me more softly than I thought he was capable of.
“Let us make you feel good.” Tynan’s hands play with my breasts, and I quickly lose track of who’s doing what, or even where I am.
I close my eyes as they stretch me out on the bed, and their hands and lips explore, softly kissing and touching and stroking, all of them moving around me carefully, more like cats than three large men.
I touch and stroke them too, but then Tynan and Saxon raise my arms so they can kiss the full length of them, and I let my entire body melt into the down-filled quilts and furs covering the bed.
Zogar’s huge hands spread my thighs wider, and the air from the room teases my damp folds. I’m throbbing with anticipation, eager to be filled, but instead of penetrating, Zogar’s fingers merely stroke, teasing but not pushing inside.
My dampness builds along with my need, but Zogar’s cock hasn’t come anywhere near me. Nor has Saxon’s or Tynan’s. As their lips all nibble, lick and tease, my hips writhe, seeking more pleasure.
“Hold her still,” Zogar says, and Saxon and Tynan each hook one of their arms under my knees, holding my legs back and open, even as their other hands secure my arms against the bed.
“Your cunt is magical, my queen.” Zogar’s thick finger traces through my cleft. “So pink and wet and eager.” He circles my opening. “Perhaps too perfect to defile.”
“Please—” My plea is swallowed by Tynan’s kiss, his tongue probing and stroking, his lips nibbling and sucking, and his lemony scent envelops me.
And, as Zogar circles my throbbing opening, Saxon teases my belly and the hair below it. Then he parts the skin over my button and lightly flicks it. After fondling me with his finger, Saxon bends over to touch me there with his tongue.
“Ah!” I cry into Tynan’s mouth, and he moves a hand to my breast, softly needing before pulling my nipple to a sharp point.
All three of them continue to tease me, to play with me, and I’m almost about to scream for what I need, when one of Zogar’s thick fingers finally slides inside me. My head arches back, and I lose Tynan’s lips.
As he looks into my eyes, Tynan’s arm cradles my head. “Look at you, Rose. Look how well you’re staying still while you take a dragon’s big finger, and the lashing of a stag’s tongue.”
I smile up at him, and he presses light kisses all over my face as Zogar gently probes me, and Saxon softly flicks my button with his tongue.
“Are you ready for a cock, my Rose?” Tynan asks me.
I nod.
“Are you sure your cunt feels ready for a cock?” he asks. “Do you think you can handle that?” His tone is joking, teasing, but he looks into my eyes with concern. Only Tynan knows what happened between us last night.
“Oh, yes. Please.” I moan as Zogar’s finger thrusts more vigorously, and Saxon sucks on my nub.
“Please. Yes. Oh!”
The men shift positions quickly, and before I’m fully aware of their actions, my head is resting on one of Zogar’s thighs, Saxon is kissing my breasts, and Tynan is kneeling between my legs.
Tynan softly kisses my sex, then tongues my nub for so many delicious minutes, I lose track of what’s going on, but then he stretches out over me and drives his long rod deep inside.
I shudder at the pleasure of the sudden impact. Last night, in front of those mistresses, I had to pretend Tynan was hurting me, and while all that deep and vigorous penetration last night felt good, it was nothing compared to what I’m experiencing right now.
Gazing deeply into Tynan’s eyes, I see the pleasure and love that he’s feeling, even as he remains completely still, buried deeply inside me.
He starts to move, slow and easy, very restrained, but I feel the impact of each stroke as it drags along sensitive places and strikes deep inside.
Holding my head on his thigh, Zogar plays with my hair and caresses my throat, all while Saxon strokes my breasts, my belly, my collarbones.
Tynan’s face turns redder, his veins rise. He’s holding back. I’m about to tell him to go harder and faster, but he breaks eye contact. Within seconds, he pulls out and switches places with Saxon.
Saxon presses one hand low against my belly as he positions his cock.
“Ready?” Gold and lust flash in Saxon’s expressive brown eyes.
Gasping, I nod, and he slides the top few finger widths of his thick length inside me. My breath shudders, and Saxon holds my gaze, as Zogar strokes my face to soothe me.
Saxon bends one of my legs further back toward my chest, and then he thrusts deeply.
“Oh, ma chérie. You are so hot. So wet. So tight.” Slowly, he pumps firmly into me, pulling nearly out each time.
My channel squeezes shut when he pulls back, only to be stretched open when he pushes forward. Over and over my body yields and stretches, holding on to him each time as long as it can, and I stare deeply into his eyes as my pleasure rises. Everything else around us disappears.
I’m close. I’m so close. Tynan’s finger lands on my button to rub, and I reach the height of my pleasure. Crying out, I’m unable to catch a single true breath. My body shudders and shakes, as my cunt contracts around Saxon, and intense pleasure builds on his face.
But he pulls out before his seed shoots, and he breathes heavily as he strokes my legs and looks into my eyes.
“Do you think your tiny cunny can take a dragon’s cock?” Tynan asks, drawing my gaze to him.
Nodding, I grin, and then look up toward Zogar, still holding my head on his lap.
The men switch positions again, and I close my eyes, wanting to intensify everything I’m feeling. Not a moment passes when I don’t have at least three hands on my body, offering comfort and pleasure. Most often, all six of their hands are touching me at once.
Hands move my head onto a pillow, while others raise my legs and split them apart. Palms and fingers caress the sensitive skin on my thighs and behind my knees.
The warmth of Tynan’s body presses against one side of me, Saxon presses against my other side, and their scents swirl together around me as their body heat penetrates my skin.
Zogar’s hands alight on my belly, his fingers span my ribcage, and his thumbs stroke up and down the center.
I pull in shuddering breaths, absorbing the gentle touches, and the love I feel all around me.
“Open your eyes, my queen.” Zogar’s voice is quiet but commanding.
I do as he asks. My husband’s kneeling between my spread legs, his huge cock rigid and ready, and my insides ache with need, even though I’ve just been thoroughly satisfied by both Saxon and Tynan.
“Tonight, I make a new vow to you, my queen.” He looks so serious it almost worries me. “I make a vow to you all.” His gaze darts quickly toward Tynan and Saxon, lying on their sides next to me.
“Rosomon, my love,” Zogar says. “I have already vowed to protect you. Tonight, I vow to protect all those you love. I am your husband, but from this day forward, I accept these men as my peers. For as long as they continue to bring you happiness, we will love you together.”
Saxon and Tynan shift against me and both declare their undying love, softly against my ears.
“Let this act tonight symbolize our unity and devotion.” Zogar positions his cock at my entrance, and pleasure ripples through me as my body opens for his girth.
The expression in his eyes is so intense, it’s like he’s reading my mind, just as he does when I’m on his pommel.
“I love you,” I say on a shallow exhale. “I love you all. So much.” I glance around, making eye contact with each of the men.
Zogar leans over, bracing his hands on the other men’s shoulders, and then slowly, he pushes inside me.
My shallow breaths grow even more rapid and ragged, as the unique but delicious recipe of pain and pleasure mixes in my body to create a magic only Zogar’s rod can.
But as he works himself deeper, I realize the recipe of tonight’s act has a different flavor.
With all three of us together, we’ve made a richer, deeper concoction.
Zogar presses so deeply inside me all the air leaves my chest, and the other two men’s bodies squeeze against me from the sides.
Zogar is leaning close now, leaving little space between his body and mine, and I realize he must be reaching right over the other men to rest his hands on the mattress.
His strong arms are binding the four of us tightly together.
Saxon and Tynan stroke my face and my body, as Zogar begins to thrust.
His speed and intensity build, and I can’t begin to breathe properly. Short puffs of air escape my lips, carrying notes of pleasure to accompany each of his thrusts.
My ears detect sounds from Saxon and Tynan. My mind is unable to translate their words, but their meaning is as clear as the sentiment behind Zogar’s earlier vow, and his deep, firm thrusts right now.
These men love me. They all love me.
Growing up, I felt like nothing. Like I would never have a true purpose or be of any value in this world. But these men helped me find my purpose. They helped me reach for what I want.
And with these three men I know that I’m valued. I am truly fulfilled. I am safe and loved.