FirePrincesBride

by Rebecca Airies

  “You want us?” Callan caught the direction of her gaze. “You want this?” His fingers circled his cock.

  “Yes.” Karissa nodded, her hands wandering over her stomach and then lower, to the swollen folds of her sex. She could feel the moisture on her pussy. She needed to be touched, to be fucked. Her legs shifted on the sheets, splaying, revealing the glistening lips.

  “You’ll get what you need…twice over.” Tyral’s eyes fastened onto the lush mounds of her breasts and he licked his lips. “Do you want to taste me, tana? We will ensure you find your pleasure too.”

  Karissa licked her lips and nodded. By the Ice Storm, she wanted him in her mouth.

  Tyral stepped onto the bed. He sat and leaned against some pillows propped against the wall. Karissa rolled over onto her stomach, and feeling very predatory and slinky, crawled over to him and between his spread legs. She wanted him in her mouth. As she crawled up the bed, she dipped her head ran her tongue over his thigh. His cock jerked, a bead of fluid gathered at the slit.

  Karissa wet her lips, opening them to briefly take the head into her mouth to collect that tantalizing pearl of pre-cum. It was a little salty, but with the same intan spice taste as their mouths had. She hungered for more of it. She swirled her tongue around the head and then explored the length of his cock, sliding her mouth lower and lower on his thick shaft. Tyral groaned, his fingers threading into her hair.

  Callan’s arms came around her, his hands cupping the generous mounds of her breasts, and Karissa stiffened and jerked at the unexpected touch. Her mouth left Tyral’s cock with a wet pop. She could feel the heat of Callan’s body behind her. He leaned forward, pressing his cock against her buttocks. The long, hard evidence of his arousal heightened her own.

  “Two, tana,” Callan whispered, laughter lurking in his voice. “That means while you suck him I can fill my hands with your breasts or fill your pussy with my cock.”

  Those words sent a flash of heat through her. Callan’s hands were magic, kneading her breasts and plucking at the hard, reddened nipples. He slid one of his hands down over her stomach to her pussy. His fingers brushed over her clit as he moved his hand down between the plump, smooth folds. Two large digits probed at the rim of her slit, teasing, rubbing at it before he slid them into her quim. She closed her eyes and felt her pussy clench around his fingers as they stroked her inner walls.

  A nudging pressure on the back of her head gained her attention. Slanting her eyes up at Tyral, she saw how taut and tense his facial muscles were. It thrilled her that she could make this big man crazy for her. It made her feel sexy and powerful. Karissa heeded his urgings and again took his cock into the warmth of her mouth.

  She lost herself in his taste and the sensations bombarding her—the feel of him in her mouth and Callan’s fingers in her slit. Her eyes caught Tyral’s as her mouth left his cock, her tongue again swirling around the head. She stared up into golden eyes that almost glowed with his need. He looked so hungry, and he actually trembled when her silver-blonde hair brushed against his legs as her mouth lowered on his shaft.

  Callan stroked his fingers into Karissa’s tight pussy and his thumb brushed over her clit. Inhaling, Karissa found her senses inundated with the taste and smell of intan spice and she loved it, craved more of it. Her hips rolled, rocking down onto his fingers.

  Karissa moaned as Callan’s fingers drove into her, momentarily distracting her from her attentions to Tyral. A shiver raced through her. Callan’s thumb flicked over her clit. Her mouth left Tyral’s cock with a wet smack as the fingers within her twisted and drove into her. Her hips pushed back into his touch and her head raised. Her eyes locked with Tyral’s.

  “Give it to her, Callan,” Tyral urged, staring into her glazed green eyes. “I’ve never seen anyone as sensuous as she is.” Delicious whimpers erupted from her mouth and a gorgeous red highlighted her skin. A groan tore from Tyral’s lips. “Hurry, Callan, I want her to find pleasure before I do.”

  His thick fingers thrust deeply, pressing against the slick walls of her pussy. She rode them hard, focused on the tight pleasure building inside her. She arched as she pushed back, trying to take as much as she could.

  Callan’s thumb pressed on the hard hood of her clit and her breath caught. She thrust her hips back, a keening cry rising from deep within her. Hot sizzling bliss raced through her, spreading to her arms and legs—even her fingertips tingled with fiery pleasure. Callan’s fingers continued to move within her and surprisingly the heat of passion again rose quickly. Her pelvis rocked, demanding more.

  “Give Tyral pleasure, te thali.” Callan stroked his thumb across her clit as she shivered and lowered her head to Tyral’s cock.

  At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to give him pleasure. She was eager, her lips and tongue moving over him. He was longer than any of the men she’d had before. The first time she tried to take him down her throat, she gagged and had to draw back. She didn’t let her inexperience stop her and kept trying. She wanted to make him feel as much pleasure as she had just experienced.

  Karissa groaned around Tyral’s shaft as she felt the rounded head of Callan’s cock probe at her slit. When he slid into her, stretching her, her eyes rolled back. She arched back against Callan’s stroking shaft. It felt so good—she was filled, stretched.

  Tyral’s hips punched up, his hands pressing against the back of her head as he came. A long, harsh groan rumbled from his lips and his body tensed as his seed erupted into her mouth in hot jets. She swallowed eagerly, her tongue collecting any drops that tried to escape her mouth. With a last swipe of her tongue over the head of his cock, her mouth left his shaft.

  Karissa wriggled, frustrated. Callan had stilled as Tyral came. Now he began to move. He thrust until he was seated to the balls within her.

  “You’re perfect, tana.” Callan’s arm tightened around her as she ground back against him.

  “Fuck me, Callan,” Karissa moaned. “I want you.”

  Callan took one of his hands from her hips, sliding it around to her mound and slipping his fingers between the slick, swollen lips to rub her clit. The sound and feel of their flesh meeting increased her ardor. He drove into her, hard, fast, desperate. His breaths came in ragged gasps and hers echoed his. With each thrust, she pushed back to meet him, arching to take his cock. She needed him deeper, tried to take more of him.

  She couldn’t hold back. Her body was on fire. She needed him to move harder, faster. Desire raged through her with such intensity that it neared pain. Never had she felt this burning need.

  “Please…” she moaned. “More… Give me more.”

  Callan thrust his hips hard against her buttocks. “What do you need, te thali?”

  “Faster, Callan! Fuck me faster,” Karissa whimpered brokenly, so near orgasm she could taste it. She craved it. Every part of her ached for release.

  Callan pressed his fingers hard against her clit as he withdrew, then drove forward with such force that her hands slipped on the yellow sheets. She collapsed onto her elbows, her head resting against Tyral’s thigh. Crying out wildly, she thrust back into Callan, the rolling motion of her hips grinding her against the fingers at her clit. Her body was taut, primed beneath his hands.

  Karissa screamed as his slamming thrusts sent her over the edge and into ecstasy. Her eyes slammed shut as starbursts of color and sensation hit her. Satisfaction raced through her. Tremors shook her, every part of her tingling with excitement and delight as wave after wave washed over her.

  Callan surged into her. His hips thrust against hers and he pulled her against him as he came, his semen spraying into her womb. He roared his release, his body shuddering all the while.

  Karissa relished the satiated languor she felt. She could feel his hand moving against her sweat-slicked hip. As she lifted her head from Tyral’s leg, she saw he was getting hard again. A slow smile spread across her lips. It would seem he hadn’t been boasting. She would find what she needed twice over.

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nbsp; Callan withdrew from her tight cunt. He turned her, urging her onto her back so she lay across the bed between them. As he saw her full, firm breasts jiggling, his cock began to harden, rising as hunger stirred. Karissa was amazed at the speed of their recovery—and that she was the one who’d inspired it.

  Tyral flowed over the bed toward her and his mouth latched onto the dark crest of breast nearest him. His tongue flicked over the nipple before he began a drawing suction. Her body rolled beneath him and her mewling rang out in the silence of the room. He chuckled as her hands latched onto his shoulders.

  Callan licked his lips, then lowered his head and took the neglected crest into his mouth, nibbling on the succulent red nipple. One of her hands moved to clutch at his shoulder, excited whimpers falling from her lips.

  Callan rubbed his hand over her stomach and down to her mons. Her hips were already moving restively beneath his hand when he brushed his fingers over her clitoris. She jerked when he plucked at that hard hood. As a searing flash of pleasure streaked through her, she was awed by the strength and ferocity of her response.

  Tyral grasped Karissa by the waist. He lay down on his back and pulled her over him, settling her pussy onto his hard cock. She sank down, engulfing his shaft in her hot sheath. Delicious tingles ricocheted through her as her channel stretched to accommodate him. A rolling moan—almost a purr—tore from her lips and her eyes closed as she arched her back.

  Tyral ran his fingers up to where they were joined, gathering some of the slick juices that spilled from her. Drawing his fingers back to the tight rosette of her anus, he ran his fingers around the entrance. He felt a shiver course through her and an increase in the fluid that surrounded his cock. His fingers gathered more nectar until that puckered back entrance was slick.

  “Ride me, tana,” Tyral urged.

  Karissa’s mind was hazy. No one had ever touched her anally. She hadn’t ever imagined that being stroked there could be so arousing. Their touch was amazing, but when Tyral began to press upon her back entrance it was as if another level of desire had opened for her.

  Karissa rocked her hips briefly against his before raising herself and slowly lowering her hips until she’d taken his entire length. She established a slow rhythm on top of him, savoring the feel of his hard cock moving within her, the full, tight feeling it brought over her. She burned to feel more. She needed.

  When Tyral sank one finger into the tight channel of her ass, Karissa slammed down onto him, shuddering in a near-orgasmic jolt of pleasure. A whimpering moan fell from her lips as she ground against him. She raised her hips and felt his finger partially withdraw and then slide smoothly back into her as she sank down once again.

  “You like that, te thali?” Tyral asked as a shiver ripped through Karissa’s body causing her muscles to clench around his finger and cock.

  “By the Veil…” Karissa cried, increasing the pace of her undulating hips to meet her body’s demand for more.

  “Come for me,” Tyral demanded, his finger twisting within her.

  Karissa screamed as she came. A wave of searing heat hit her, squeezing tears from her eyes as she arched, driving her pelvis into his as everything within her clamped and released again and again.

  He came as she reveled in the tremors of her climax. His hips arched beneath her, his hot cum spurting into her as he shuddered with pleasure. A harsh growl tore from his throat.

  Movement to the side of her drew Karissa’s eyes away from the man beneath her.

  Callan turned Karissa’s lips to his. Her mind was still pleasure-fogged and she opened her mouth to his. His tongue tangled with hers as he picked her up and sat with her on his lap.

  “That was such a beautiful sight that I want you to ride me, too.” Callan nibbled at her lips between words.

  He tugged her forward as he lay back. Two of his fingers sank into her pussy. Karissa knew what he was going to do and the very thought sent a wave of anticipation and a dark thrill through her. A gush of honeyed desire flowed from her even before his fingers touched the tight ring of her anus.

  His fingers circled that tight back hole, spreading her warm juices around the opening. She squirmed as again and again he gathered the slick moisture. She needed to move, yet he held her still with just one hand as he prepared her. When his fingers pressed for entrance, she gasped as a flash of sensation near pain ran through her.

  “Push out, thali.” Callan waited until she’d followed his suggestion.

  Slowly, her tissue stretched around his fingers as he slid his fingers into her in short strokes, going a little deeper each time. With two fingers buried to the knuckles in her ass, Callan urged Karissa to take his cock into her pussy. His shaft was hard, long and warm as it pushed deep into her. Karissa lowered her hips until he was fully seated.

  Karissa rose over him until only the rounded head remained within her and then sank down onto his hard rod. She froze when two arms came around her and large palms cupped her breasts.

  “Ride him, tana,” Tyral encouraged, his fingers plucking and twisting her nipples.

  Karissa’s eyes fluttered closed as she set a slow, rolling pace, her hips undulating as she rode him. She was panting, a light film of sweat glazing her body. With the attentions of both men focused on her, her lust rose quickly.

  Callan’s hips thrust into hers as she sank down onto him. Tyral’s mouth wandered over her neck, the sharp points of his fangs scraping across the sensitive skin, leaving a tingling trail of fire. Karissa moaned pushing her hips against Callan’s as she fucked him. Tension coiled within her, centered on the pleasure ricocheting through her body. Her body arched, grinding her clit into Callan’s pelvis and thrusting her breasts into Tyral’s hands.

  “Faster, tana.” Callan thrust his fingers deep into her clenching back passage.

  Karissa obeyed, her hips rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. She moaned in delight at the feel of his thick shaft shuttling back and forth in her cunt as well as the dark pleasure of his fingers stroking within her anus. Tyral’s hands massaged and kneaded her breasts and tugged at her nipples as her passion rose. Sharp, almost painful pleasure ripped through her at each drawing pull.

  Callan came a breath before she did. He shouted her name, his hot semen pulsing into her as his hips thrust up.

  Karissa felt his cum spraying into her. She ground her clit into his pelvis and came, her head thrown back against Tyral’s solid chest as she shook from the powerful climax, groaning as her body pulsed with wrenching pleasure. The sensation rolled through her, swept away all thought and left her trembling.

  Karissa felt Tyral’s hands moving over her before she regained the strength to even open her eyes. Those stroking hands moved in soothing gliding sweeps over her back, hips and stomach. The touch drew Karissa from the stupor of physical satiation.

  “We need a bath and then to go to bed,” Callan said.

  Karissa had never felt as pampered as she did during that bath. They washed her, their hands smoothing over her and not allowing her to do anything—although she longed to return the favor. They scooped her from the warm water of the large bathing pool and dried her with a soft, fluffy toweling sheet. When she was dry, they carried her to the bed and tucked her in, settling her between them.

  Chapter Four

  Karissa paced down the hallway, intent on getting some space. She needed time to herself. The absence of her power suddenly seemed all too real. At first, while she’d definitely known her magic was gone, the reality hadn’t actually hit her. Then she’d gotten involved with Tyral and Callan. When she was the focus of their attention it was too easy to forget everything but pure, hot sensation. Now there wasn’t anything to distract her.

  She’d woken and known it was the middle of the night. Discovering she was a little thirsty, she’d slipped out of bed to get something to drink. The pitcher had been empty and she’d automatically tried to conjure some wine, but nothing happened. No rise of power or rush of energy had accompanied her desire.
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  Then she’d remembered. Her magic had been bound. She’d felt utterly powerless, unable to do even the most basic of things. Without a word to Tyral and Callan, she stalked out of the cavern and through the tunnel to the moonlit path outside their home.

  Karissa looked around at the indistinct shadows of the trees and bushes only a few paces away. Clenching her jaw, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to scream or hit something. Anger continued to rise inside her as she thought about her situation. There were infants who could do more than she could.

  You’re being overly dramatic. Ijina stirred within her. Karissa could sense the symbiote’s hope of talking some sense into her. You know it’s temporary and that you’re far from defenseless. I won’t let anything happen to you.

  I hate feeling helpless. Karissa stared into the darkness. Right now, I couldn’t even conjure a decent ball of light if I wanted to go for a walk in the woods. Never mind protecting myself—even the most basic of skills is out of my reach.

  Going to start crying or just throw a tantrum? Ijina asked sweetly.

  I don’t need the sarcasm right now, Ijina. Karissa frowned. It didn’t help that Ijina’s taunts hit a little too close to the truth. She certainly felt like throwing something.

  You’re pouting, Ijina snapped. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. You have two men in there willing to do anything for you. All you have to do is ask. You don’t need your powers.

  You say that because you can still use all of your powers. Karissa rolled her eyes. Ijina had no idea what it felt like to suddenly be unable to call on talents that had been at her control for years.

  Wallow in your self-pity, Ijina stormed and settled in to fume.

  Karissa sighed. She’d probably have to apologize, but right now, she wasn’t ready to be reasonable. Feeling powerless was new and she hated it. She leaned back against the rock to the side of the entrance and tried to let the night calm her.