Page 106 of Of Curses and Courtship

They both tower over me. One—the real one—stands between my legs. His heavy, leaking cock presses against my clit, causing me to writhe beneath him.

The duplicate goes to the edge of the bed and removes his pants, wrapping his hand around his cock. He pumps himself once, twice, and presses closer—pushing his cock against my closed lips.

“Will you taste me now?” Emyr’s double asks, desperation dripping from his sweet voice.

As an answer, I wrap my lips around him. My tongue collects the little drops of his arousal, and he pushes his hips,forcing himself deeper into my mouth. I keep my head turned as he goes.

The real Emyr fucks into me, this time with no warning. He moves closer and presses his thumb against my clit. I’ve never known so much pleasure. They’re using me, and it’s all I have ever wanted.

“You’re doing so well,” Emyr’s double crooks, stroking my hair.

Even with the retching, gagging sounds emitting from the back of my throat, he compliments me. My eyes well with tears, and Emyr smirks as he wipes them away. “Do you want me to stop, my Queen?”

I glare and move my head, taking him deeper, adamant to finish them both. It’s never something I’ve thought about, but having two men fill me has me lit up with pleasure. Emyr seems to enjoy it as well. The one between my legs moves faster, harder, his eyes stuck on my mouth as the other thrusts.

“Never seen a prettier sight,” the real Emyr mumbles, rubbing my clit harder.

My mouth remains open, letting the double push into me in shallow thrusts. I moan around his cock as Emyr uses my cunt, unintelligible sounds of desire muffled by his length. This was supposed to be about my pleasure, but it has quickly become for them, and that only enhances each sensation by a thousand.

The sounds falling from me can no longer be contained, too loud to be muffled by the cock in my throat. Their pleasure fills me, and I feel it all, intensified by there being not one Emyr inside me, but two. The double spurts into my mouth first, his hips jerking as he coats my throat in his arousal. He pulls back and strokes my hair so softly, you would never know he was punishing my throat a moment before.

The other whimpers and whines as I unravel, clenching around him, my body shaking.

“That’s right,” the double whispers. “Keep letting him use you. Be a good toy for us.” He turns my head gently, forcing me to watch the real Emyr. “See what you do to us?”

Emyr looks at me with eyes filled with pleasure, pupils blown wide. His lips part. He is disheveled, whimpering, seconds from release. How I long to break him, and I think he longs to let me. I can feel that urge, but he holds off—as if savoring each push into my clenching hole. The double wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. That is the sight that seems to push the true Emyr over the edge.

“Fuck!” Emyr growls, collapsing on top of me as he fills me, his hips twitching uselessly. His seed is so plentiful that it leaks onto the bed.

The other Emyr finally flickers and fades, leaving just us.

EMYR

I’m spent. I roll onto my back, breathing harshly, and stare up at the ceiling. There are precious few things in the realm that fill me with greater pleasure thanthis, but there’s no denying it takes a lot out of me. Holding my magic and pleasing my lover in one breath is no easy feat.

Ophelia sits up, peering down at me with a curious gaze.

“Is this something you do… often?” she asks in a small voice.

I laugh, running my fingers through my hair. “I suppose so. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Her cheeks grow redder, something I would have thought was impossible, considering how flushed they already were. “Of course, I enjoyed myself. That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.” She moves on top of me, resting her chin on my chest. “You’re tired now.”

It’s not a question. Ophelia’s empathic gifts are growing stronger by the day. She can likely feel the exhaustion washing over me, and she may know there is more to it as well.

I bite the inside of my cheek. “Yes. I am.”

“Does this truly bring you such great pleasure?” She strokes the side of my face. “Are you able to feel everything twice?”

“Yes.” I sigh softly. “But more than that, I’m able to bring my lover great pleasure. That becomes my pleasure in return.”

She presses her lips against my chin. “You please me with or without your magic. You know that, yes?”

Warmth blossoms in my chest, and to my surprise, tears prick at the corners of my eyes. There have been people who took advantage of my double upon learning of the pleasure my magic can bring and wore me out. It’s a complicated thing, the enjoyment I derive from my magic, and separating it from the people who didn’t deserve it.

Ophelia can see through me, can see the things I don’t say.

“Do I really?” I whisper. “Most, upon learning of my gifts, can’t get enough of them.”