Page 105 of Of Curses and Courtship

“It seems like you need more hands,” one Emyr murmurs, rubbing my breast with expert fingers. “Are you sure you don’t wish for us to help?”

“I—“ My breath hitches. “Both of you? Can you…?”

I was always under the impression that his duplicate was a trick of the light, an illusion. Emyr proves me wrong, as he often does. His other self curls his fingers in my hair and turns my head in his direction. He kisses me, hard and rough, his tongue gliding into my mouth as if he owns me.

How he devours me is far too distracting.

“Yes,” the one who is not kissing me says. “We can touch you. We can taste you. We can fuck you.”

“Please.” My plea is a whimpered, gargled mess, quickly swallowed by the other Emyr.

He’ll hardly let me breathe.

At last, he pulls my head away and stares at me with a devouring look.

The other being—I don’t know which is real, which is all too arousing—rubs his hand over my throbbing cunt. He pushes his fingers in and sighs, pressing his palm against my clit. “We’ll have so much fun with you.”

“Will you… take me in both holes?”

“We will do whatever you please,” the other Emyr says, lying on the bed. “We are here for your pleasure. Come, Queen. Take your place on your throne.”

I don’t know what he means until the other Emyr uses gentle hands to guide me onto the lying one’s face. This is a position I know well, but what I’m not used to is another being pushing me onto the face of my lover.

One Emyr sits in front of me, his hands on his hips as he shoves me onto a willing, waiting mouth. The rough motionsof his fingers and the sensation of the tongue make me gasp over and over.

The one beneath me has closed his eyes, moaning as he devours me so completely. I may unravel right here, with Emyr rocking me back and forth onto the wet mouth of his duplicate.

“Tell me,” he murmurs. “Do you like this? Do you like using my magical self for your pleasure?”

“Yes,” I whimper, practically falling onto him as desire washes through me in an intense wave.

“Hm…” The real Emyr groans, moving me faster, his fingers pressing hard enough that my hips may bruise. “Take your pleasure, Queen. Unravel on his tongue. Don’t worry. Suffocate him in your thighs.”

I nod, gasping, putting the full weight of my body onto my lover’s head. But he’s not my lover, I know that now—the one touching my hips, forcing me to ride another one’s face, is the real Emyr.

He’s the one I lock eyes with when I come, my chest pressed to his. I hardly notice when he’s unfastening his trousers.

“Don’t move.” The real Emyr’s voice is a harsh command, unlike any I’ve heard from him.

I do as he says, grabbing the headboard to keep myself upright. The man beneath me never ceases, his tongue circling my sensitive clit over and over. While I could ask him to stop, I don’t—nor do I wish to.

The real Emyr moves behind me, and the tip of his cock lines up with my entrance. I grip the headboard tighter, waiting for his length to fill me as it has before. It’s different now. The man beneath me licks me faster as Emyr pushes his cock into me in one go.

“You are soaking for me,” he grunts, wrapping his fingers in my hair. “You love using us both for yourpleasure, do you not? Let me feel how much you adore it.”

“Emyr,” I whine.

“You must come again.” He fucks into me all at once, rougher than I expect. “I can feel what he feels, you know. I can practically taste you. Pull his hair, and we’ll both enjoy it.”

I do as he asks, yanking as hard as I can.

He whimpers, his hips stuttering for a moment. “Gods. Curse it, Ophelia. Your cunt is already clenching for me.” He thrusts his hips in hard, just once. “But I can’t give you my seed yet.”

“Why not?” I clench again, this time on purpose. “Please, Your Highness. Give it to me. It is what I need. Claim me as your queen.”

“Gods! Dammit it all.” His groan is nearly loud enough to rattle the paintings on the walls. He pulls out and glares at me, frustration and desire clear in his expression. “On your back. I didn’t know my queen would be so greedy.”

Iamgreedy. I want to feel them both, to watch them both as I come, and to finish as many times as they will allow it. That leads me to listening to the command. Goose bumps form across my flesh, and the cool air hardens my nipples.