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Authors: Fae Sutherland, Marguerite Labbe
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Wulfgar’s cock as his own pleasure rose, one hand reaching down of its own volition to sink into Roman’s thick hair, the other coming up to rest on Wulfgar’s hip. The thane groaned again, and suddenly Aron’s mouth was empty, and he blinked his eyes open.
Aron watched as Wulfgar shifted beside them and reached down easily to lift Roman and turn him so that he straddled Aron’s head, his cock hanging heavy and hard above Aron’s lips. Both he and Roman gave the thane a questioning look, but Wulfgar just ran a hand down Roman’s back, which seemed to soothe him. Roman bent his head to resume his torment of Aron, and Aron arched eagerly, seeking more of that pleasure. Wulfgar closed a hand on Roman’s cock and guided it to Aron’s mouth. Aron didn’t resist, both hands coming up to curve on the slave’s hips as he lifted his head and took his cock inside.
He tasted different from the thane. Aron wasn’t sure why he was surprised by that, but he was. Sweeter, less salty, an exotic, strange flavor Aron decided was not at all unpleasant, and he began to suck, tongue flicking along the silky, hot shaft. Roman whimpered, and a hard jolt rippled through Aron at the sound. Then Roman sank a finger inside him, and Aron sucked harder in reaction, drawing a heavy moan from the slave.
It was almost as if Aron couldn’t breathe, the sensations were running through him so quickly. Roman’s finger pressed against someplace deep inside, and Aron moaned, arching against him in response to the fire that awoke within him. He’d felt a bit of that before, when Wulfgar was fucking him, but that had been more of a brush. This… this was indescribable.
Then Roman took his cock into the wet heat of his mouth again, and Aron was lost. He forgot that he was somewhere that he didn’t want to be, or that he was doing something that he didn’t want to do. Instead, there was only pleasure rippling through his body as he sucked harder on Roman’s cock until it brushed the back of his throat.
A broken, whimpered moan from Roman made Aron’s eyes open, and he watched in fascination as Wulfgar thrust one large finger deep inside Roman, the slave trembling and rocking his hips back to meet the invasion. Aron’s stomach clenched at the erotic sight, and his heart pounded faster as the thane shifted around to kneel between Aron’s thighs and Roman’s slim finger was replaced by two of Wulfgar’s.
He groaned, arching, which had the benefit of not only sinking those oil-slick fingers deeper inside him, but also thrusting his cock deeper into Roman’s warm, wet mouth. Aron gave himself over to the pleasure fully, not even trying to deny how good it was. He was surprised by the twinge of loss he felt when Wulfgar moved Roman to the side, startled to find that he regretted the loss of the slave’s cock in his own mouth. Roman knelt on hands and knees beside Aron, still sucking on his cock, and Aron rocked his hips harder between the thane’s thrusting fingers and the slave’s suckling mouth.
Aron propped himself on his elbows, eyes trained down and watching both the slow bob of Roman’s head and the firm penetration of the thane’s fingers. It was madness; why was this time different, why was he not in the least bothered by their touches? He didn’t know and didn’t care to analyze it right now, one hand reaching down to skim lightly along the sleek curve of Roman’s hip. Dark eyes flicked up to meet his before closing, and a jolt of awareness slid up Aron’s spine.
His attention was drawn away thoroughly by Wulfgar shifting, spreading Aron’s thighs wider, and the feel of the blunt head of the thane’s cock pressing against his entrance. Aron groaned as Wulfgar’s cock slid inside, easier than any time before, and he was stunned to find that, beyond just not hurting anymore, this time there was more. There was pleasure, astounding pleasure that sang along his nerve endings and shivered down his spine, making him arch and lift his
Aron watched as Wulfgar shifted beside them and reached down easily to lift Roman and turn him so that he straddled Aron’s head, his cock hanging heavy and hard above Aron’s lips. Both he and Roman gave the thane a questioning look, but Wulfgar just ran a hand down Roman’s back, which seemed to soothe him. Roman bent his head to resume his torment of Aron, and Aron arched eagerly, seeking more of that pleasure. Wulfgar closed a hand on Roman’s cock and guided it to Aron’s mouth. Aron didn’t resist, both hands coming up to curve on the slave’s hips as he lifted his head and took his cock inside.
He tasted different from the thane. Aron wasn’t sure why he was surprised by that, but he was. Sweeter, less salty, an exotic, strange flavor Aron decided was not at all unpleasant, and he began to suck, tongue flicking along the silky, hot shaft. Roman whimpered, and a hard jolt rippled through Aron at the sound. Then Roman sank a finger inside him, and Aron sucked harder in reaction, drawing a heavy moan from the slave.
It was almost as if Aron couldn’t breathe, the sensations were running through him so quickly. Roman’s finger pressed against someplace deep inside, and Aron moaned, arching against him in response to the fire that awoke within him. He’d felt a bit of that before, when Wulfgar was fucking him, but that had been more of a brush. This… this was indescribable.
Then Roman took his cock into the wet heat of his mouth again, and Aron was lost. He forgot that he was somewhere that he didn’t want to be, or that he was doing something that he didn’t want to do. Instead, there was only pleasure rippling through his body as he sucked harder on Roman’s cock until it brushed the back of his throat.
A broken, whimpered moan from Roman made Aron’s eyes open, and he watched in fascination as Wulfgar thrust one large finger deep inside Roman, the slave trembling and rocking his hips back to meet the invasion. Aron’s stomach clenched at the erotic sight, and his heart pounded faster as the thane shifted around to kneel between Aron’s thighs and Roman’s slim finger was replaced by two of Wulfgar’s.
He groaned, arching, which had the benefit of not only sinking those oil-slick fingers deeper inside him, but also thrusting his cock deeper into Roman’s warm, wet mouth. Aron gave himself over to the pleasure fully, not even trying to deny how good it was. He was surprised by the twinge of loss he felt when Wulfgar moved Roman to the side, startled to find that he regretted the loss of the slave’s cock in his own mouth. Roman knelt on hands and knees beside Aron, still sucking on his cock, and Aron rocked his hips harder between the thane’s thrusting fingers and the slave’s suckling mouth.
Aron propped himself on his elbows, eyes trained down and watching both the slow bob of Roman’s head and the firm penetration of the thane’s fingers. It was madness; why was this time different, why was he not in the least bothered by their touches? He didn’t know and didn’t care to analyze it right now, one hand reaching down to skim lightly along the sleek curve of Roman’s hip. Dark eyes flicked up to meet his before closing, and a jolt of awareness slid up Aron’s spine.
His attention was drawn away thoroughly by Wulfgar shifting, spreading Aron’s thighs wider, and the feel of the blunt head of the thane’s cock pressing against his entrance. Aron groaned as Wulfgar’s cock slid inside, easier than any time before, and he was stunned to find that, beyond just not hurting anymore, this time there was more. There was pleasure, astounding pleasure that sang along his nerve endings and shivered down his spine, making him arch and lift his
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