Chapter 105 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 10

Chapter 105 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 10
His golden eyes flicked up to mine, burning as his mouth moved faster, his tongue pressing harder, his lips sucking until I thought I might lose my mind. The one behind me bent his head to my neck, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “So sweet… so eager… you’re ours.” His hot breath made me shiver all over again, my core clenching around nothing as I squirmed helplessly in their hands.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was drown in the sensations they gave me, every stroke, every pinch, every lick sending me higher and higher until I felt like I was about to break apart completely.
But just as the pleasure began to coil tight inside me, just as I felt my orgasm rising so strong I couldn’t hold it back anymore, they both stopped.
The sudden emptiness hit me so hard I almost cried. My body shook with frustration, my orgasm torn away before it could explode. I groaned, desperate, my hips jerking forward like they could chase the pleasure that had slipped away.
The one behind me leaned close, his lips brushing my ear, his voice a low whisper that sank deep into my bones. “Patience, little bird.”
My whole body clenched at the sound of it. My heart hammered in my chest, and my skin prickled with heat. That nickname made me feel small, fragile… but also like I belonged to them already.
The one behind me stepped away and moved to the front. Now they both stood before me, side by side, identical in every way—the same golden eyes, the same white hair shining like silver threads under the moonlight, the same broad shoulders and strong, muscled bodies.
I was still naked, water dripping from my skin, my hair clinging to my shoulders, while they remained fully dressed in black leather. The contrast made me tremble. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but instead of shame, a strange excitement burned in me.
They looked at me like they could read every thought in my head—and I knew they could.
And then, without me asking, they began to undress.
Slowly, almost deliberately, as if they enjoyed making me wait, their hands went to the straps across their chests. They slid them off one by one, letting the leather fall soundlessly to the grass. My breathing grew faster. My eyes couldn’t leave them.
They peeled away their tunics, revealing broad chests layered with muscle. My gaze traced the lines of their shoulders, the thick cords of strength in their arms, the way their abs flexed as they moved.
And then the markings.
Golden lines ran across their skin like rivers of fire, curling and twisting into patterns that seemed alive. They glowed faintly in the moonlight, shimmering whenever they shifted, as if the magic inside them was too much to hide.
I let out a soft gasp without meaning to. They were beautiful. Too beautiful. Gods, I thought. Sex gods.
But they weren’t gods. They were real. And they were right in front of me.
When they finally unfastened their trousers and pushed them down, my mouth went dry. My body went still.
Their members stood tall and proud, thick and long, the skin smooth and flushed with heat. Just the sight of them made my thighs press together, my core clenching with a hunger I couldn’t fight.
I couldn’t help myself. My hands twitched with the need to touch, to feel, to know what it was like.
Without breaking eye contact, I sank down to my knees before them. The grass was cool beneath me, the night air brushing against my bare back, but all I could focus on was them—towering above me, watching me with golden eyes that glowed brighter now.
Their cocks were right in front of me, so close I could feel their heat. My mouth watered at the thought of having them inside me, filling me, stretching me in ways I could hardly imagine.
With trembling fingers, I reached out and wrapped my hands around them. The heat of their skin burned into my palms, hard and heavy, pulsing with life. My touch was unsure, clumsy—I didn’t know what I was doing.
But I remembered the whispers of the girls in the village. The way they giggled about what they had done with boys, about how they used their hands and mouths. I swallowed hard and tried to do the same.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of one, soft and uncertain, tasting the salt of him on my tongue. Then I turned to the other and pressed the same shy kiss there, my lips lingering just a little longer this time.
Their sharp breaths above me told me I was doing something right.
Encouraged, I opened my mouth wider and wrapped my lips around one, sliding him into my mouth as far as I could manage. My tongue pressed against him, tasting every inch, while my other hand stroked the other’s shaft slowly, up and down, clumsy but eager.
A deep, low growl rumbled from one of them, vibrating through my chest. The other let out a sharp breath, his hand twitching like he wanted to grab me but stopped himself.
My mouth moved slowly at first, unsure, but the sound of their reactions made me bolder. I sucked harder, bobbing my head, while my hand stroked the other faster. The weight of them, the heat, the taste—it overwhelmed me, but in the best way.
When I dared to look up, both of them were staring down at me, their golden eyes burning with hunger so fierce it made my knees feel weak, even though I was already on the floor. They looked like they were carved from stone, every muscle tight and trembling, their jaws locked as if they were barely holding themselves back. The strange glowing markings on their skin pulsed brighter, as if reacting to my touch, and the sight of it made my chest squeeze. They looked unreal, like gods who had come down just for me.
My lips stayed wrapped around the one in my mouth as I sucked him deeper, trying to take as much of him as I could, though he was so thick that my jaw ached. Still, I didn’t stop. I wanted to please him. I wanted them both to lose themselves because of me. I hollowed my cheeks and dragged my tongue up his length before sliding him back down, the salty taste spreading stronger across my tongue.
At the same time, my hand moved faster on the other, stroking him from base to tip, twisting my wrist a little as I pumped. I wanted to match the rhythm of my mouth so they both felt the same steady pace, both drowning in the same pleasure. My other hand slid lower, cupping the balls of the one I was stroking, and when I fondled them gently, he groaned so deep and rough that I felt the sound vibrate through my bones.