Chapter 86
“Back then… I was so anxious, I couldn’t see straight. This time, I won’t hurt you, so please…”
His words, so at odds with the troubled look in his eyes, trailed off, ending with a curt, “Damn.” With my back against the wall, I had nowhere left to retreat. I glanced from side to side.
To my right, a wall. Behind me, another wall. In front, Clovis. To my left, Reynard approached, unbuttoning his trousers.
“Let, let the rest of you leave! Please!”
“I’m afraid not, Adelina.”
Reynard took my hand, shaking his head with a look of genuine regret.
“If you were healthier, I might consider it. But the elven mage said you only have ten days left. We don’t want to do this like this. Let’s wait until you’re better, then we can take turns. Okay?”
While Reynard offered his pathetic excuse for persuasion, Clovis bent down and took my n1pple into his mouth, through the thin fabric of my chemise.
His hot breath, moist and heavy, quickly dampened the delicate, gossamer-thin material.
“Ah, mm! Mmmph!”
As Clovis suckled, his hand cupping my br3ast, Reynard turned my head and claimed my lips.
The bed in the guest chambers of the Count’s estate was large enough to comfortably accommodate two large men and a woman.
Both men, now n4ked, laid me down on the expansive bed, their hands exploring my body, stoking the embers of arousal.
My body, initially stiff with tension, slowly began to respond to their persistent touch. My mind protested, telling me this was wrong, yet my breaths began to hitch, a soft moan escaping my lips. Was this simply a survival instinct? Or something… else?
“Feeling relaxed enough to have other thoughts?”
“Ah!”
“Focus on me.”
Clovis, his voice laced with annoyance, nipped sharply at my br3ast.
“Relax, Adelina.”
“Ah!”
The sting made me tense again. Reynard, murmuring against my ear, trailed a gentle bite along my earlobe before his hand slid lower.
His fingers slipped between my legs, parting the damp folds of my chemise to find the sensitive bud nestled between them. His touch, exploring a place I rarely touched myself, was both gentle and insistent.
“Ahh, Reynard… mm…”
He continued to caress me, patiently coaxing moisture from the dry folds until a slick dew bloomed. Then, his long fingers began to probe the tightly closed entrance.
At first, only the tip entered. Slowly, painstakingly, he stretched the narrow opening, until three fingers slipped inside without resistance. Reynard took his time, patiently preparing my body.
Having my most sensitive places stimulated simultaneously by two men with seemingly boundless energy was exhausting.
A shallow wave of arousal, like a gentle tide lapping at my ankles, washed over me again and again.
The endless kisses and caresses quickly depleted what little strength I had left.
By the time Clovis spread my legs and took hold of his p3nis, I honestly didn’t have the energy to resist.
“I believe you’re sufficiently prepared now.”
Clovis looked down at me, panting and flushed, then lowered himself. The thick head of his p3nis pushed slowly past my wet folds.
“Hnn…”
Even just the tip created a surprising pressure.
Though Reynard had thoroughly prepared me, the stretching sensation was unavoidable.
I tried to writhe, to push him away.
But Clovis, anticipating my movement, clamped a large hand around my hips, holding me still. He began a slow rhythm of withdrawal and entry.
With each thrust, he pushed a little deeper, inch by agonizing inch.
I reached up to push against his chest, but Reynard caught my hands, pinning them above my head.
“Does it hurt? You’re still tense.”
He reached a hand towards my br3asts, reminding me that relaxing would ease the discomfort. His fingers closed around my n1pple, rolling it gently, and the muscles clenching around Clovis’s length twitched in response.
Each time I pulsed around him, Clovis paused, taking a deep breath. The look in his eyes was the same as when he’d taken me with savage abandon, but today, he was exercising remarkable restraint, waiting for my body to accommodate him.
“Ah…hnn…”
The slow, pulsating intrusion into my now fully aroused core awakened sensations I’d never experienced.
The movement was so deliberate that I could feel the blunt head of his p3nis parting the tightly pressed folds within me. Thump, thump, thump. I felt the beat of his heart echoed in the throbbing length filling me.
Reynard continued to caress and knead my br3asts, coaxing the flames of arousal higher.
Finally, Clovis was fully sheathed within me, his t3sticles pressing against my entrance.
“Haah…”
His grip on my hips tightened, his jaw clenched as if he were holding back immense force. He looked down at me, eyes burning with barely contained desire, and then slowly began to withdraw.
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