I try to sit up, shocked by the sudden sensations, but Fox holds me down. With each movement of his tongue, Eric sends me into throbbing, moaning ecstasy. Sitting up a bit, he pulls me up with him. My back is almost completely off the bed as he eats me out, his tongue darting in and out of my hole when it isn't pressed hard against my clit.
Running his nails up the back of my thighs, I feel my skin raise with goosebumps and a shiver works its way down my spine. Eric pulls away for a moment. Panicked and full of hungry desire, I cross my legs around him, trying to hold him close to me, to pull him in closer still. He's too strong for me.
Fox's mouth now moves to my other breast, his tongue working its way over my large nipples. His saliva slides down my breast. He sucks on me and gently tickles my stomach with light strokes.
Unable to hold back my passion, I bellow, “Fuck me!” Fox growls. The sound resonates through my entire body. Eric pulls my pussy back onto his mouth. He sucks on my pussy lips roughly, drinking in my girly juices as I twitch and spasm against him. His tongue flicks into my hole while his nose is nestled against my clit.
He flexes his tongue so that it's harder, pressing it into my sensitive nub while his strong hands grip my ass. The mixed sensation of Fox pulling and biting my nipples while Eric orally fucks me is proving to be too much now. As the small orgasms subside, a larger one is growing.
My moaning grows louder, more high pitched as I lose all control over my body. My juices spill over Eric's face as wave after wave of orgasm forces itself on me. Stars burst in my eyes, before finally I come down from my orgasm. My breathing slows. It's only then that I realize Eric has let me back down on the bed. Eric and Fox are both preparing to fuck me.
I watch with growing hunger as these two men toss their clothes to the side, their old but strong bodies on display for me.
They unleash their cocks. Comparing them next to each other, I stifle a giggle. Eric's cock is slightly bigger around, but Fox? Fox's cock is long. I remember how it felt having that monster in me. I'm practically salivating at the thought of having it again.
“Are you ready for more?” Eric asks.
I nod excitedly, a grin forming on my face. “Yes! Please, take me!” I say, half moaning at the thought of being used by both men at once. Fox climbs onto the bed again, crawling over to me. His hairy chest glistens with sweat. He straddles my chest before lowering his prick into my mouth.
Fox is positioned perfectly for me to be throat fucked. As he slips down my throat, he humps himself against my face. His pubic hair brushes against my nose.
Eric rubs his prick against my slit. My juices coat his soft skin, slicking his shaft up. He'll slide into me easily. Or maybe not, considering his girth.
As he pierces through the veil of my pussy lips, Fox forces his cock even deeper down my throat. He only barely thinks now and then to let me catch a breath, but it's often enough. Eric's huge cock humps into me, the upward curve of his manhood making his cock head rub up against a very pleasurable spot.
Fox continues to hump my face, his balls slapping my chin. I'm coming closer to another orgasm. Eric suddenly pulls out, spraying his cum on my abdomen. I moan in disapproval.
“Why are you wimpering?” Fox asks, pulling himself out of my mouth. He's out of breath as he flops onto the bed for a moment. I watch his chest rise and fall.
“I didn't get to cum!” I pout.
“Sure you did. And you will again soon. Eric, I'm sure you can see yourself out.”
Eric nods his head and makes his leave as Fox stands up. He goes between my legs and pulls me down to the edge of the bed. “Now it's my turn to have you. You'll be pregnant with my cub in no time.”
I take a deep breath, looking up into his dark eyes before nodding my head. He pushes some hair off of my forehead and kisses my nose before pushing his hard cock into me.
His penis is engulfed by my warm, moist flesh. At first I lay still, letting him slowly rock into and out of me, but then I start to ride him. With my ass wiggling, we both pick up speed, driving ourselves to orgasm.
And when he cums in me, it's as wonderful as the first time. Orgasmic, but in a different way. It's hot and powerful, but sort of spiritual. It's hard to explain how wonderful it feels to have Fox's magic cum deep within me. It feel sloppy, but I like it. I hold onto Fox, holding him close as he grunts with his orgasm.
He pulls away, and he gets dressed.
“I suggest you get dressed,” he says.
“Are you making me go back to the cave?”
He looks at me, his eyes tired and bored of me. These are the eyes of a ruthless politician. The warmth of our orgasm washes away with a cold feeling.
“Yes, of course I am. But once you've given a cub to each of us, you're free to leave and go back to your life. If you even remember that. I know we can cause amnesia.”
My stomach is swelling, but something feels wrong. I wince. “And, if I choose not to go back? If I choose to stay with one of you?” I feel a twinge in my stomach.
“Then you can stay. None of the others have, though.” He puts his coat on, and then lays an envelope on the bed. “Get dressed, then go to the driver downstairs. He'll help you back to the cave. I'll see you soon.”
He leaves me alone with the pain of rejection. But that isn't the only pain. The swelling in my belly has stopped, and I fear for my cub's life.
WITCHCRAFT
Paranormal Royalty Romance
Wren Winter
Chapter One
Terra-Catrice Neithercutt rifled through the papers she had looked through over and over again during her childhood. She preferred to be called Terra, just as her twin sister preferred to be called Helina instead of Helina-Catherine Neithercutt. The names weren't offensive to them, simply “too much for pretty mouths” as their adoptive father said when they were young.
Terra, unlike her sister, was adventurous and brash. The sisters both had a fire in them, but while Helina preferred to be at Court, surrounded by politics and eligible bachelors, Terra detested the Court. She had spent her life consumed by only one interest: her mother, and the disappearance of both of her parents.
Her mother, Anai Neithercutt, was the last really powerful witch, and still the reigning Witch Queen despite her absence, ageless and beautiful as the fairy tales go. The photos of Anai that hanged from the wall of her room attested to her beauty. Her diaries gave glimpses into who she was, when she wasn't on the throne. What kind of person she was.
While she was a woman, who loved her husband and her nation, she was also powerful.
She was the last High Witch, capable of stopping the war that was coming, the war between witches and vampires. So far, the war had been cold, fought only by spies and propaganda. Signs, dreams, and tarot readings told Terra that the uneasy cold war would soon turn very hot.
That was why Terra was so intent on finding her mother. That was why finding her father didn't matter as much. The rumors were that he was weak, and only became king because Queen Anai truly loved him.
So she needed her mother, the last witch capable of killing vampires. The Slaughterer, as she was known by the enemy. The Savior, as she was known by the witches.
“Crap,” Terra complained, throwing papers off of her desk and onto the ground. They flitted back up to the desk and organized themselves in an orderly fashion. “Come on… Aha!”
She held up the one paper she had been looking for, a diary entry with a name. Enot Craetr, Anai's closest adviser and a dear friend.
Anai went missing before Terra and Helina were born. All of witchdom assumed the twins were lost, as well, until they showed up on the doorway of a fop, Anoud, who had once been a dear friend to Anai and her husband, Orussus. Unmarried and dreadfully unaware of how to care for children, he nonetheless tried and managed to raise them both to be respectable members of society.
One could imagine his reaction when Terra refused a marriage proposal and immediately left Anoud's home, paying for her own apartment and rarely seeing the man or her sister.
It wasn't pretty. There were many tears, even in Terra's eyes. She tried, from then on, to avoid Anoud. It hurt to see her adoptive father suffering.
Terra and Helina were two halves, split evenly from their mother. Both as wild as she was, but neither were quite whole. Helina found happiness in trying to become queen, to fill her mother's shoes.
Terra? Terra wasn't sure if she'd ever find happiness. All she had was purpose.
With the name of her target, she gathered up her bag and stepped out of her old room, the one that Anoud had furnished lovingly and with much money. He kept the room clean for her, but it was otherwise untouched from when she left. It was because he was hoping, even still, for her to return home.
“Ahem,” came a voice from behind her. She stopped and grimaced. “Thought you could dash in and out of my house without even saying hello?”
She turned to face Anoud. Though he was old, he was still unmarried and still very much a fop. Anoud was handsome, though in a garish sort of way. He liked colors, the brighter the better, and fashion was his true passion. He crossed his arms to seem stern and punishing, but she had never feared the man. Often, she found him rather pathetic, though she loved him as if he were her father.
“Sorry, Anoud.” She hung her head in shame.
He softened, opening his arms for an embrace she could not avoid. “Oh, I forgive you! Of course I do! I'm glad to see you, and I wish you would come by more often.”