They thought they defeated Virtus once and for all. They thought they could live happily ever after. And it was no consolation to know it had to be done, like Ylianor suggested from the start, the separation necessary. Now with the Fitting and an unexpected pledge, their coming together the three of them, is at risk once more, with their compelling sexual attraction standing in the way of true union. But somehow they are the future of their world, so how to relate in and out of the council, mostly in and out of bed?
At the second knock, he got up and opened the door, already knowing whom it was. And their flushed faces and tingling bodies told him everything he needed to know. “Do I have to congratulate you?”
“I…” The blond angel looked at Ylianor.
“Yes, I accepted.” A sweet smile lit her beautiful face.
Of your own free will? You know you don’t have to do it, if you don’t want.
I want it. He proved he has a space for me, even if buried deep inside, and that’s enough.
“Hey, lover, I didn’t coerce her,” Chris’s annoyed tone broke in. “She accepted of her own free will, so quit asking her.”
“Merely checking, Angel.”
“No need.” Chris came up against Duncan. “I took your advice and fucked her, until she said yes.”
“Must’ve been some hard fuck.” Then he caught the look she sent the blond angel, and everything made sense. Falling in love, Princess?
I…Blushing deeply, she faltered. I’m not sure. But evidently she could not deny it any longer. Oh, damn! She scoffed, angry mostly with herself. So maybe I am, but don’t you dare tell him. Straightening her shoulders, she flashed defiant green eyes at him. He could be the perfect lover, if only I could let go completely. But an inner voice warns me against giving in to your angel-demon lover and his charming ways lest his old, spiteful self comes out from around the corner to get back at me.
“You should’ve been there, lover.”
He can be unpredictable. The prince drew her close.
Unpredictable doesn’t even cover the half of it.
“Maybe I should have…” Cupping one of her breasts, Duncan teased a swollen nipple mercilessly. “Since the princess doesn’t feel too satisfied.” Oddly, he could not keep a cold edge off his voice.
“If you two stop talking behind my back, I could explain why she’s in this state.”
Because you weren’t good enough. Where the thought came from he had no idea, if not from the nagging feeling that had ticked him off ever since learning the pledge would actually go through. Not that he was jealous of them—been there, done that during a spiteful fuck with Chris. Still he could not help feeling left out and to have to perform the ceremony, like Chris had warned…well, maybe it was a bit too much to ask.
“If you’ve got a problem with it, let’s skip the woman and deal with it between us men.” Evidently pissed off as though he had read his thought, Chris could barely control his voices.
But before Prince Caldwell could reply, Ylianor was between them. “Why don’t we concentrate on celebrating the event, instead?” Her ass grinding seductively on his crotch, her hands played with the angel’s cock, while her husky voice tried to cool things down. “And do things my way, for a change?”
“What are you suggesting?” Excited, Duncan dipped to bite her tempting neck, holding her hips against him.
“That you, my love, lie down on the bed.”
“What about me?” Also Chris wanted to play along.
“Demon, you’re always too impatient.” Reaching the bed, Ylianor straddled the prince, her cunt rubbing the aroused cock without allowing it to penetrate. Then she challenged Chris. “I believe there’s something here that requires your immediate attention.” Grinning seductively, she pressed her palm around the hardened stem, sliding the skin up and down, until the angel claimed it entirely with his fiery mouth.
Duncan gasped, the shock at the sudden pleasure surging like a repressed wave. Yes, maybe the princess was right to take control before they let things go out of hand. So he surrendered to the angel’s expert sucks, his luscious tongue wrapping around the bulging head to draw it deep down his throat, struggling to maintain his hold without choking, unable to avoid it in his greedy haste to swallow him whole.
That Chris adored cocks was no mystery, his in particular, but this time Ylianor made it more interesting, Edging closer to the hungry mouth, she pushed her cunt at it, forcing Chris to focus on two different targets at a time, licking now one, now the other in tune with her swinging rotations. Duncan’s shaft twitched in avid approval of the sensual dance, the way she arched her hips forward, slightly raised so Chris’s tongue tip could reach the swell without any particular strain before returning to man his erection, when she did not block his head between her legs.
If Chris’s cock, just inches away from him, had grown triple the size it was nothing compared to Ylianor’s next order. “Demon, I can’t stand seeing you so neglected while my prince’s mouth is idle.” She smiled mischievously. “Why don’t you take advantage of it?”
The throbbing erection plunged in his mouth almost before the words left her lips. Even without sucking, the long length reached his throat, hovering on the edge of the plunge just as Duncan held it firmly to prevent any dangerous maneuvers. As hard as stone, the veins on Chris’s sensitive skin swelled to the spasm at each repeated stroke that made him tense in anticipation.
Well, they could not hold it much longer, not when Ylianor stopped Chris from sucking and took his place over the prince’s rigid erection, then turned a naughty glance on his angel. “What do you think he’d like most?”
“Your ass, no doubt.” Chris licked his lips, watching Ylianor accommodating on top of Duncan’s cock.
“Then help me screw it inside.”
It was almost too much to handle, yet they both managed it, despite the inevitable tightness straightening their already marble equipments. Clutching her hips, Chris pulled her down and began screwing her narrow ass on the hard shaft pushing up on its own.
“Wait, maybe I’m not wet enough.” Pulling up, again she dared Chris with a mischievous gleam. “Why don’t you check?”
“Oh, you’re wet all right…” Once more it was difficult to maintain control, yet his angel seemed to manage. “Only not in the right place.” Reaching over, his fingers played with Ylianor’s cunt, gliding on the moist tender folds to spread it to the back entrance, then shoved inside to drench it thoroughly. The rhythmical strokes continued until Chris gripped her hips again to pull her on Duncan’s piece. More forceful than before, the angel slid the shaft inside all at once it seemed.
Suddenly deep in her, Prince Caldwell growled in spite of Chris’s cock occupying his mouth, forcing its bulging head down his throat.