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my flesh, splaying his warm fingers wide against my skin and continuing to gift my stomach with heated kisses.
King Balar growled quietly. I jolted inside when he swiftly tilted, one of his hands going to the nape of my neck. The plushest mouth brushed against mine feverishly. Instantly, I groaned at the texture of his lips, one of my hands sliding through his curls while his lips demanded no less than all I had to give. His tongue met mine, while my other hand lowered to grab onto King Jerome’s spiky hair.
Holding King Jerome close when his tongue trailed in gradual circles, he progressively pulled the waist of my pajama pants, and panties, lower over my hips, sliding them down until he used one hand to yank them off all the way, tossing them aside on the floor. In dual sensations of overload, I parted my lips, my tongue grazing to meet King Balar’s as he dominated my mouth, even as my legs were gently parted, with the sounds of thunder crashing against the stone walls. King Jerome was groaning softly, situating himself between my thighs lower on the bed, holding my thighs apart right before his warm lips landed on the intimate folds between my thighs, sliding his tongue between to rub against my clit.
I jerked, shouting in pleasure against King Balar’s mouth, holding him close only to have his hands lower to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me easily. Our mouths separated for the barest moment before his lips were back on mine, caressing just as furiously as King Jerome’s between my thighs. Pleasure-filled fire raced through my system, and I sucked oxygen when King Balar groaned softly, pulling his mouth from mine to bite along my jaw, down to my throat, nipping hard, sucking even more fiercely as one of his palms cupped one of my breasts. Rubbing his thumb just around the edges of my puckered nipple, he teased me mercilessly, just as King Jerome was doing, swirling his tongue around my core.
I screamed in sweet pleasure when King Jerome took a hand from my thigh to press two fingers deep inside my gripping, wet channel. While King Balar squeezed my nipple hard, his mouth landed on my other nipple, suckling greedily with sharp suction, both of them blowing my mind, never having dealt with anyone with a masterful touch like theirs. With a handful of each of their hair, my hips undulating against King Jerome’s mouth and fingers, I arched into King Balar’s touch and lips.
My head bowed back as I groaned heavily. The walls began to shake with the crashes of thunder, the room being lit rapidly with the flashes of lightning seen from outside the window. I sucked in a sharp breath, the desired haze making me tremble when I felt the trickling of fiery Demon and haunting Warlock powers begin to shadow the air—both no longer able to control their power with their arousal. It mixed heavily with the power of lightning hovering in the air, and they both jerked away from me, King Balar’s head lifting from my breast, King Jerome’s lifting from between my thighs, their attention flying toward each other, all three of us panting heavily.
Breathless, a pathetic whimper escaped my lips. I needed them to keep going. Release was only a flight away, and I wanted them to take me there. “Don’t stop,” I demanded on a whisper. “You cannot stop with me like this.”
In the resulting silence, both still stared at one another.
I barely perceived the fact that King Balar’s eyes, just around the irises, were lit with a red fire while King Jerome’s, the same around his irises, were lit with deep silver. I knew my own were quietly illuminating with a shimmering white, our three powers still hovering heavy in the air.
“If we do this, we don’t speak of it,” King Jerome finally, quietly, rumbled dangerously, his voice guttural. “ Ever. ”
His gaze still narrowed, King Balar exhaled deeply with a pent up breath, nodding his head once stiffly. “I can agree to that. It doesn’t go outside the three of
King Balar growled quietly. I jolted inside when he swiftly tilted, one of his hands going to the nape of my neck. The plushest mouth brushed against mine feverishly. Instantly, I groaned at the texture of his lips, one of my hands sliding through his curls while his lips demanded no less than all I had to give. His tongue met mine, while my other hand lowered to grab onto King Jerome’s spiky hair.
Holding King Jerome close when his tongue trailed in gradual circles, he progressively pulled the waist of my pajama pants, and panties, lower over my hips, sliding them down until he used one hand to yank them off all the way, tossing them aside on the floor. In dual sensations of overload, I parted my lips, my tongue grazing to meet King Balar’s as he dominated my mouth, even as my legs were gently parted, with the sounds of thunder crashing against the stone walls. King Jerome was groaning softly, situating himself between my thighs lower on the bed, holding my thighs apart right before his warm lips landed on the intimate folds between my thighs, sliding his tongue between to rub against my clit.
I jerked, shouting in pleasure against King Balar’s mouth, holding him close only to have his hands lower to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me easily. Our mouths separated for the barest moment before his lips were back on mine, caressing just as furiously as King Jerome’s between my thighs. Pleasure-filled fire raced through my system, and I sucked oxygen when King Balar groaned softly, pulling his mouth from mine to bite along my jaw, down to my throat, nipping hard, sucking even more fiercely as one of his palms cupped one of my breasts. Rubbing his thumb just around the edges of my puckered nipple, he teased me mercilessly, just as King Jerome was doing, swirling his tongue around my core.
I screamed in sweet pleasure when King Jerome took a hand from my thigh to press two fingers deep inside my gripping, wet channel. While King Balar squeezed my nipple hard, his mouth landed on my other nipple, suckling greedily with sharp suction, both of them blowing my mind, never having dealt with anyone with a masterful touch like theirs. With a handful of each of their hair, my hips undulating against King Jerome’s mouth and fingers, I arched into King Balar’s touch and lips.
My head bowed back as I groaned heavily. The walls began to shake with the crashes of thunder, the room being lit rapidly with the flashes of lightning seen from outside the window. I sucked in a sharp breath, the desired haze making me tremble when I felt the trickling of fiery Demon and haunting Warlock powers begin to shadow the air—both no longer able to control their power with their arousal. It mixed heavily with the power of lightning hovering in the air, and they both jerked away from me, King Balar’s head lifting from my breast, King Jerome’s lifting from between my thighs, their attention flying toward each other, all three of us panting heavily.
Breathless, a pathetic whimper escaped my lips. I needed them to keep going. Release was only a flight away, and I wanted them to take me there. “Don’t stop,” I demanded on a whisper. “You cannot stop with me like this.”
In the resulting silence, both still stared at one another.
I barely perceived the fact that King Balar’s eyes, just around the irises, were lit with a red fire while King Jerome’s, the same around his irises, were lit with deep silver. I knew my own were quietly illuminating with a shimmering white, our three powers still hovering heavy in the air.
“If we do this, we don’t speak of it,” King Jerome finally, quietly, rumbled dangerously, his voice guttural. “ Ever. ”
His gaze still narrowed, King Balar exhaled deeply with a pent up breath, nodding his head once stiffly. “I can agree to that. It doesn’t go outside the three of
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