Violet and Gold

Violet and Gold
Thane watches intently, eyes hungry and dark. He lets out a long, low exhale as Nerion shoves my pants down to my ankles, pulling them off me completely. 

My heart hammers in my chest, a complete mess of chaotic rhythms. I feel the heat in my cheeks, feel the need rise in the pit of my stomach. I’m already wet, sticky right between my legs, my pussy ready for the attention. 

I close my eyes, letting out a slow breath. I can do this. 

Nerion’s hands wrap around my thighs. I don’t know what to expect, but my body hardens, teeth chewing on my lips as he lifts my legs and spreads them. He shifts his legs so that my ass comfortably balances between my knees, and angles my hips so that Thane can see absolutely everything. 

“Fuck me,” Thane growls, dropping to his knees. 

I whimper, thighs already trembling. My insides clench, and I feel whatever is left of Rhydan’s cum begin to spill out of me again. 

Nerion shoves my hair to the side, licking down the column of my neck. He touches that sensitive part, making my toes curl. 

“Such a perfect, little Oracle, spread out like a feast,” he whispers, breath fanning my skin. 

Thane growls, his heated breath touching the insides of my thighs. I look down at him, taking in the way this beast of a man fits between my thighs. His hair tickles my skin, and it’s all the warning I get before he lowers his mouth onto me. 

He doesn’t go for my clit, he goes directly for the entrance to my pussy. Thrusting his tongue inside, he grabs onto my thighs, letting his fingers massage my muscles. 

He swirls his tongue inside me, and I frown, watching as he pulls back. His gold eyes flicker up to my face, studying me while he sticks his tongue out. I see what he wants to show me. 

The collection of Rhydan’s come sits in the groove of his tongue and the sight, surprisingly, turns me on. He keeps his eyes on me as he tilts his tongue back and swallows it. 

“Oh,” I whimper.

It makes him smile, teeth and fangs pressing into his bottom lip. “I’m not done yet, my light.”

My breath catches, all thoughts leaving my head as he closes his lips around my clit. I cry out, shaking my head from the onslaught of sensations. 

Nerion chuckles from behind me. “He’s good at that, isn’t he?”

I can’t form words, only desperate mewling sounds. Thane sucks, and licks and bites down on me. Nerion is the only one keeping me grounded, holding on to the backs of my knees so that my legs do not tremble too much and cause me to fall off his lap. 

He licks me again at the base of my neck and my back arches in response, my orgasm so close that I can feel myself start to levitate. Nerion brushes a fang down my skin, letting it rest there, pricking me. 

“I want a taste of you,” he growls. 

My eyes widen, trying to tell him that he can’t. My blood is for my mate, for Kaelith, but Thane is wickedly talented with that tongue. 

“But I won’t,” he continues. “Not until the ritual names me yours.”

It takes over me. The buildup was happening, but it crashes over me unexpectedly. I scream out, tightening my thighs around Thane’s head, managing to escape Nerion’s hold. 

Nerion chuckles. “Such a sweet sound.”

I’m thinking he means my moans as I ride out my orgasm, but he corrects that thought immediately. 

“You’re wet little pussy is music to my ears.”

Thane presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh as I finally catch my breath, lowering my head to look at him. His eyes are glowing, like gold reflecting light. 

I think we’re done, or at least ready for a break, but Nerion lifts me by my thighs, holding me a few inches from his lap. Thane keeps his eyes on me, intense and hard. He reaches for Nerion’s pants, freeing his cock. 

Nerion moans behind me when Thane give him one hard jerk. For some reason, that makes a new flood of wetness pool between my legs. 

The sight of this giant man on his knees, focused on bringing us pleasure, is an aphrodisiac beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. 

Thane takes his time, using his fingers to spread my pussy lips, lighting my entire skin on fire. I’m panting, heat rushing through me as he presses the crown of Nerion’s cock to my entrance. 

“You’re going to take him, my light. Suck him deep inside this delicious little pussy.”

I whine, the muscles in my thighs strained, my walls stretching as Thane continues to push Nerion inside me. Sweat trickles down my temples, the magic coming alive inside me. 

“Take him my light, you are so close.”

I stretch, the ache both pain and pleasure. 

Nerion growls behind me, pressing his teeth to the curve of my shoulder and he tightens his fingers on my thighs. “Fuck, Mara. Fuck.”

“Nerion,” I moan, taking him deep until my thighs hit his. 

“Feels so fucking good,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to my back. 

Thane reaches over to me, pulling my shirt over my head. His eyes drop to my breasts, eyes gleaming. “So fucking perfect.”

I blush profusely, such a small thing to get shy about, especially as I’m spread wide with Nerion’s cock deep inside me. 

Thane tilts his head, expression serious and stoic. “One day, you will no longer wear clothes. You’ll walk around, ready for any one of us to take you.”

I choke on my breath, his lips lifting in a smirk. 

“They are a nuisance. Unnecessary.”

I blink rapidly, attempting to get the image of me walking around naked out of my head. He smiles widely at my discomfort, lowering his head to suck my clit between his lips. My fingers dig into Nerion’s thighs, he grunts in response, and I cry out. 

Thane cups my ass cheeks with his hands and starts to lift me, and then lower me. He fucks Nerion with me, keeping my clit in his mouth. 

I’m at a loss for words, holding onto his shoulders as my voice goes hoarse.