Page 91 of The Queen's Line

"Silk?" Thao asked.

Wendell laughed. "Silk wishes. Bryony, you are decadent." I squeezed on his length with his third stroke, grinning as he choked and pulled out. "Fuck. She nearly made me come. You worked me up too much."

"Oh, well I feel terrible," Thao said, rolling his eyes and pushing at Wendell's shoulder. Wendell fell back and Thao's hands wrapped around my ankles, yanking me towards him.

"I'm confused. Who is fucking who exactly?" I said, laughing and rising up to my elbows.

"Are you?" Thao asked, an eyebrow lifting as he settled over me. "Here, let me show you."

I could not have been more ready for him, but it was still a surprise as he thrust in with one quick and rough motion. My arms clutched around him as I shouted. Owen and Cosmo were always slow and patient at the start of our lovemaking, and the suddenness of Thao's possession was shocking and delicious. My body trembled with the force but adjusted quickly, and before I'd gotten over my surprise, I found myself digging my fingers into his shoulders and starting to ride him from below.

"Listen to your little whimpers," Thao purred. "Desperate little thing aren't you? Sweet little cunt sucking on my cock. Go on, take what you like."

My eyes were wide, staring between us at where Thao's girth stretched the lips of my sex. His words were rude and I loved them, wanted more.

"Please," I whined, looking up and finding Thao's dark gaze watching me.

"Wendell is right, you are decadent, slippery and slick and begging. So impatient, can't even wait for me to fuck you. Is that the Hunger, Princess Bryony? Or are you just wanton?"

I gasped and bucked faster, suddenly too embarrassed by my own pleasure to look him in the eye. But Thao wouldn't have it. One of his hands clutched at my chin, turning my face back to his.

"I think you would let me tie you up and blindfold your eyes if I promised you would come," Thao said, grinning wickedly, and I moaned at the thought until he added, "But I think you would like it even better if we were tied up and you could ride us to your greedy little cunt's content."

"You are the most depraved," Wendell said fondly. He appeared briefly at my side, bending and kissing my forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make him shut up in a moment."

"I-I like it," I whispered, craning my neck to kiss Wendell and then Thao's chin.

"Of course you do," Thao said lightly, finally starting to sound a little winded as he watched me bucking up onto his cock, taking exactly what he'd described— what I wanted.

"I would ride you now, if you let me," I gasped.

Thao grinned and groaned. "Soon, another time. Now though—" His words faltered as Wendell reappeared behind him, a crack of flesh to flesh sounding on the air. Thao's hips stuttered into mine, slapping wetly, and he groaned and laughed. "Now you learn who is fucking who," he groaned out.

"With the way you're carrying on, it's just you getting fucked," Wendell said. "Treat our princess as she deserves. Show her how good you can make her feel."

I felt divine and I would've said so, but then Thao's mouth was on mine, claiming me again. His hips rolled like waves into mine, occasionally faltering but always returning to a rhythm that left me breathless and clinging to him, sucking on his tongue the way I did his cock.

"Ready?" Wendell asked.

"Yes, yes, I've been—" Thao's answer ended with a groan, his body growing heavy on top of me, his hands grabbing my wrists and raising them above my head and into the pillows.

"Oh!" I said, watching Wendell's face over Thao's shoulder as it twisted with pleasure, Thao's hips grinding into mine. "Ohhh, yes."

Thao whimpered, and his head fell to my shoulder as a new and slow rhythm took over, Wendell's movement in and out of Thao sinking Thao in and out of me. Now all of Thao's filthy poetry failed, his voice weak and senseless. I caught his mouth with mine, kissing him through his groans, spreading my legs and trying to remember to breathe as his body rubbed perfectly against my clit, the pressure explosive.

I forgot about the Hunger, the festival, the people outside of our little nest who must've heard the explicit cries and groans of our union. I probably forgot my own name until Thao whispered it and Wendell's together, his fingers tight around my wrists. My legs wrapped around them both, heels in Wendell's ass making him buck and groan. As fire seemed to race through me in a syrupy slow rush, I came with a long cry of praising and pleads.

It was a chain reaction, Thao stiffening and then bucking suddenly between us, making Wendell's steady and slow strokes fail. For a moment, I was buried beneath them, unable to catch my breath, and I didn't even care. Then Wendell slowly fell to one side, Thao to the other, their lips eagerly catching against my shoulders and then meeting in the middle. Wendell's hand made gentle passes from my breasts to my hips before finally finding its way to covering my sex, fingers dipping inside of me and drawing out a flutter of aftershocks.

"Mm, you could have more, couldn't you? We should've paced ourselves better, Thao," Wendell mumbled.

Thao scoffed, resting heavily on my side, his arm draped over my stomach and his breath puffing against my jaw.

"I am satisfied," I said and then laughed as Wendell's smile took on a humorous version of a frown. "I mean, I don't need more. That waswonderful."

"Of course you need more," Thao mumbled agreeably. "That's what the others are for."

"She's been managing with two quite nicely," Cosmo announced, ducking carefully into the bedroom, Owen following closely at his back before making sure to pull the curtain fully shut again.