Page 150 of Of Curses and Courtship

I slide my fingers between her legs, wetting them.

“All of me.”

“Remove my shirt,” I murmur.

She listens. How good she is—delicate and perfect, trembling under our touch.

The third moves to her side and nips her earlobe. “Is that truly what you want, Queen? You want us to fill every hole? Claiming you? Making you ours?”

“Yes,” she whines. “Yes, please. It’s all I desire.”

The second lowers to his knees.

I push my fingers into her wet cunt and sigh. “We must take our time—make sure you are prepared.”

The second dives his face into her behind.

She gasps. “What—what exactly will that entail?”

“Give in to your pleasure.” I take her lip between my teeth, scraping against the soft flesh. “I’ll show you exactly what to do and how to take us all. I know you’ll do perfectly, darling. All you must do is listen.”

She moans. It’s impossible to say whether her pleasure comes from the curl of my fingers or my magical double’s tongue diving into her asshole. It doesn’t matter. Each bit of pleasure comes fromme.

I’m as hard as a diamond, and she can barely stand when we finally collapse in bed. I lie on my back, guiding her onto my cock. She gasps as she lowers herself, and I bottom out. The second stands behind, and the third kneels at the head of the bed.

“Are you ready?” I ask, rubbing my thumb against her clit.

“I—”

The second presses his cock against her other hole, but goes no farther. Not yet.

“I am already so full,” Ophelia says.

“My love, we don’t have to?—”

“No. Take me.” She leans back, pressing her head against the second’s chest, locking her eyes with him.

I whimper at the sight.

“Just go slow,” Ophelia whispers.

The second pushes deeper, and I can’t look away from his face—my face—so full of ecstasy. My pleasure. It may appear to be someone else, but I can feel it all—how tight she is. With my cock already filling her, her back hole is even tighter, and gods…

I feel it all.

Ophelia’s pleasure is evident. She shakes on top of me, and we’ve hardly begun moving. The second rolls his hips in gentle circles, barely giving her anything, and with a soft rub of my thumb against her clit she falls apart.

I lift my hips, bucking into her as she loses herself.

The third tugs her hair, guiding her lips onto his hard cock.

“Tap my chest if you need to stop.” I grunt. “You know the rules.”

Rather than answering, she wraps her mouth around the third cock, and I’m in heaven.

Moans echo through the room, loud enough that anyone passing may hear. Ophelia loses herself, too. It doesn’t seem as though there is a thought behind her glazed, tearful eyes as she allows us each to thrust into her. Her cunt is still clenching, deep in the throes of pleasure as we claim her.

Inch by inch, every spot of soft skin, and every sound she makes…