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“I told you you’d love this, Feyre darling,” Rhys purrs as he watches her from the sofa, lounging like a true High Lord with sprawled legs, slowly fisting his weeping cock.
Feyre moans around Cassian’s dick, thighs trembling as she shudders, the walls of her cunt fluttering around Azriel’s length as yet another orgasm sweeps through her. Azriel grunts behind her, his scarred hands clenching around Feyre’s hips.
He’s right of course, and she can feel his smugness across the bond but she all she can think about are the hands on her body, the two Illyrian males using her for their pleasure and the weight of her mate’s gaze as he watched their friends - his brothers - take her, to even think up a scornful response.
Cassian’s hand grips her hair and she turns her gaze back to him, those hazel eyes dancing as Feyre drools around his length, her pleasure vibrating against his skin. “She has such a sweet mouth, Rhys,” Cass praises, speaking as though she's not there in front of him, servicing him. Irritated, Feyre grazes her teeth against him in warning but Cassian only laughs and pushes his dick further down her throat until she’s almost choking on him.
Rhys laughs and the sound is like silk caressing her skin. “Of course she does,” he boasts, and her cheeks flush as she realizes that he is drunk with the debauched sight of them.
Her thighs burn as Azriel hips thrust erratically and she can feel Cassian’s come dripping down her thighs and onto the bed from when he first had her. Purposefully, Feyre rocks back, clenching her aching cunt around him, and she feels Azriel’s fingers squeeze her waist hard as he comes with a grunt that echoes around the room. His hot seed pulses thickly into her dripping pussy, filling her until it has nowhere else to go but back out around the tight seal of his twitching cock.
She can hear him panting behind her and groans as he pulls out of her, his eyes fixed firmly on the mess of her come-filled cunt. She hears him speaking to Rhys but she cannot concentrate on the words as he places the tips of his fingers directly on her clit and strokes her mercilessly. Feyre howls around Cassian’s dick, and her legs tremble because she can’t come again, not yet-
She looks up at Cass pleadingly, all wide wet eyes but he only smirks. “Don’t look at me like that,” he growls, his dick thickening in her mouth and then he’s gripping Feyre’s hair and fucks into her mouth, hips hitching and rolling as his dick slides into the glorious, wet heat over and over. Feyre doesn't struggle, she lets Cassian use her mouth, her lips quickly getting red and swollen and spit sliding down her chin and she realizes just how much he had been holding back before.
Cass pushes in deep and holds himself there, choking Feyre a little, eyes watering and spilling over as she fights for breath without moving, nose nearly buried in the hair at the base of Cassian’s dick. Cass groans at the sensation of her throat fluttering around the head of his dick, and yanks himself out, not bothering to stop his orgasm as he wraps his hand around his dick and comes on her face.
Feyre catches the first shot on her tongue before drawing back, keeping her face tilted toward Cassian as the next spurts of come land on her cheeks, her chin, her open mouth. Even the slightest accidental brush of Cassian’s come-slippery dick sends a jolt of electricity right to Feyre’s cunt and she’s coming again against Azriel’s fingers, can feel herself dripping-
“There,” Cassian says sweetly, stepping back and looking at her as though she is a work of art he has painted. “Pretty as a picture.”
She’s going to kick his ass in training tomorrow.
She struggles for breath, is barely listening to her boys chattering away until she hears Cassian, his eyes fixed firmly on hers, say, “Her mouth is even better than yours, Rhys.”
“Not possible,” Rhys snorts, still leisurely fisting his dick and when Feyre meets his eyes they are dancing. He sends her an image across the bond, of himself kneeling before Cass and Az, their cocks thick and proud in front of Rhys’s mouth but the image vanishes just as Rhys’s tongue swipes out to taste Azriel’s weeping dick-
“Seriously?!” Feyre cries out in frustration, but she files that particular revelation away for later as Rhys laughs down the bond and beckons her over with a wave of his hand. Feyre climbs off the bed, her legs like jelly and carefully goes to her mate with as much grace as she can muster - which admittedly isn’t much seeing as the combined come of herself, Az and Cass is steadily dripping down her legs and her face is painted in Cassian’s come.
Show me more, she begs down the bond as she climbs into his lap. Rhys hums and licks Cassian’s come off of her chin. Not today darling, he thinks smoothly, his grin downright sinful as he leans in and kisses her.
Please she begs desperately, moaning into his mouth and rubbing her messy cunt against the silky skin of his cock. She whimpers as he slips a hand underneath her, his fingers soothingly slipping through her folds and collecting the mess there. He pulls away from her and slips his come covered fingers into his mouth and sucks-
Heat floods through her and she chases his lips with her own but he laughs darkly in her head. Prick, she sends down the bond and the ghost of his laughter echoes in her ears.
“I want you to ride Cass,” Rhys murmurs in her ear, his fingertips trailing down her ribs teasingly making her shiver and any frustration she has disappears as she turns her head and meets Cassian’s gaze as he lounges on the bed, his cock in hand and his massive wings full on display. Rhys watches her go to him, those eyes watching her every move as she straddles him, making a point to wipe her face against his wide shoulder and trails the tips of her fingers against his wings as she sinks down onto his thick length with a sigh. He’s thick and even with her dripping cunt it burns with the sudden stretch.
Cassian tenses beneath her, his smirk vanishing as she pays attention to a particular part of his wing and hisses in his ear, “What’s the matter, Cass? Can dish it out but can’t take it?” He growls in her ear and his large hands settle on her hips and he thrusts up into her achingly slow. Feyre keens, rocks her hips to get him to go faster but his large hands squeeze her hips in warning.
She hears a growl coming from behind her and she turns her head and feels her mouth go slack at the sight of her mate kneeling on the floor with his hand wrapped around Azriel’s half hard cock. Feyre swallows, watching Azriel’s eyes fall closed as his mouth opens in a silent cry. For a moment Feyre forgets how to breathe, forgets about Cassian and the slow drag of his dick inside of her and all she can do is watch as Rhys’s fist pumps Azriel’s smooth dick until the tip is glistening.
Taste him, she commands Rhys, and Rhys sends her a devilish smirk but otherwise ignores her.
This is for you, Feyre darling, he purrs, and his words send a shiver down her spine as he sends her an image of what he has planned-
Please, she whimpers pathetically, fascinated at how Rhys touches Azriel’s dick as though it is his own.
“He’s got a beautiful cock, our Azriel, hasn’t he?” Cass murmurs in her ear, his voice deep and swimming with need.
“He tastes good too,” she says, smirking down at the man beneath her.
Oh, I know darling, comes down the bond and Feyre snarls at him, her heart pounding as Rhys grins angelically at her and lets go of Azriel. Azriel’s eyes open and they focus on her with deadly intent. Quicker than a flash, he’s kneeling behind her, hands stroking down her arms and coming to rest on her waist.
Cassian’s hands slide down her body to cup her ass, gripping tightly as he jerks his hips and thrusts upwards. The moan that streams across her collarbone has the pitch of a whine to it and the look on his face is sweet agony. Burying his face in the cradle of her shoulder, Cass growls deep and visceral against her skin. Her nipples tighten as his chest vibrates against them and she arches her back.
With a moan, Feyre’s head lolls back against Azriel’s chest, exposing her throat. Az’s death grip on her waist loosens and his palms slide up to her breasts. She gasps as he squeezes, teasing her nipples out with his fingertips, his breath against her ear just above where Cassian’s mouth is sucking the skin above her pulse point.
Feyre lets her head fall back against his shoulder, her body rubbing against him as she grinds her hips down.
Azriel’s hand trails down her spine, following the ridges and then dipping between her ass cheeks. A shiver goes through her as the tip of a finger circles her asshole.
“Think you can take us both, Feyre?” Azriel asks quietly, trailing his fingertip into her slick and then back to the pucker of her asshole.
Her heart jumps at the thought of it, the both of them inside her and Rhys looking on proudly-
“I can,” she says on a gasp, “I can take you both.”
She feels Azriel’s mouth twitch before he pushes her shoulders forward. Cass catches her mouth with his, biting her lips in a wild and untamed kiss. She can barely concentrate as an oil slicked finger gently pushes past her resistance, and Azriel buries his finger to the knuckle. Her body clenches at the intrusion, her sphincter tightening around his digit and her cunt clamps around Cassian’s cock punching a delicious grunt from his chest.
Az works another finger inside her and scissors them to loosen her up. Feyre bites her lip, body trembling as Rhys sends her a blast of his lust down the bond. She can’t look at him, can only shift restlessly on Cassian’s dick as they work her over-
“Fuck,” she grits out, burying her face in the hollow of Cassian’s throat as the fingers in her ass leave and feels the head of Azriel’s cock brush against her ass. Cass runs soothing hands up and down her back and she forces herself to relax as familiar, gentle fingers run through her hair.
Feyre looks up into her mate's eyes and welcomes the gentle kiss he places on her lips the moment Azriel slowly pushes into her. Her trembling hands slide down the hulking muscles of Cassian’s arms and cling to his hard biceps as she tilts her hips forward and leans against his chest, anchoring herself to the sturdy heat of his body. Rhys pulls away from her, his eyes fixed on the three of them as Az leans back, hands coming down to rest on the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass.
She hums as he stretches them apart, his sure fingers kneading the soft flesh. Cassian’s thick fingers snake between their bodies and finds her clit. The pad of his finger rubs her hood and at that exact moment Azriel glides deeper.
“Oh,” she moans as Azriel’s thrust pushes her up Cassian’s cock. Her eyes flutter closed, head spinning with sensory overload. She can feel Cassian’s growl rumble against her nipples, his questing fingers rubbing her clit as his dick drives up into her clutching cunt. Then there’s Azriel with his hands on her ass and his burning cock inside it.
She feels Rhys almost purring down the bond and she can see them through his eyes for half a second and she looks.. well.. well and truly fucked. They look beautiful, her Illyrians filling her and it’s only then that she understands why Rhys was so insistent that he only wished to watch.
She comes back to herself as Azriel trembles against her, barely moving and straining with the effort it takes not to fuck up into her.
Feyre sighs and slowly rides down Cassian and edges back onto Az. Both males groan and the vibrations at her back and front simmer in her belly.
Cass grunts beneath her, nuzzling her shoulder and pulls out almost to the tip. Azriel does the same, Cassian’s fingers still circling her clit and the breath is knocked out of her as they thrust in unison, burying themselves in her body.
The intensity of being filled is almost too much, any control over her body slipping away as she just breathes slow and deep. She leans into Cassian’s chest, grinding her hips down onto their dicks until they’re moaning.
She’s teetering on the edge of her orgasm when she feels both of their dicks rubbing together through the thin wall of skin between them. Every movement, rub, throb feels ten times stronger. It’s beyond pain. It’s beyond pleasure. It’s beyond anything she’s ever felt before when her orgasm hits her like a train. She doesn’t realise that she is crying until Rhys gently wipes away her tears as Cass and Az carry on fucking her.
“I got you,” he murmurs and she can feel the comfort radiate down the bond and she physically aches for him. She reaches for his hand, their fingers twining together.
With their eyes locked, she barely notices Cassian swell inside her and filling her with his come once more. She can feel him watching her as he catches his breath, and when he presses a kiss to her cheek Azriel grunts and his load floods her asshole until it’s dripping.
They huddle together for a moment, Feyre pressed into Cassian’s shoulder as Az collapses on top of her. Az gently pulls out of her and presses a gentle kiss to the back of her neck. Feyre leans into his touch for a second and then Cassian is lifting her off him gingerly and places her on the bed next to him. She hisses and Rhys is at her side, sweeping the hair from her forehead and he tilts her face up to his. He doesn’t say anything, only stares and trails the tips of his fingers across every inch of her skin he can reach.
She doesn’t notice Cass and Az leaving, doesn’t really notice anything other than Rhys and his ridiculously hard dick. She takes him in her hand, her lips seeking his lazily and with a groan she pulls him on top of her. The head of his dick brushes against the mess of her cunt and she whimpers pathetically. She’s so fucking tired, so so full of other males come but she can’t rest until she has him-
Him, always him-
Feyre begs wordlessly down the bond and with a snarl he thrusts inside of her. Feyre drags her fingers up into Rhys’s dark hair and kisses him hard. She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls his pelvis towards hers until they are locked together without a single inch separating them. She arches against him, pulling him closer as one of her hands rakes fingernails down his spine.
Mine, he thinks down the bond, and she simply replies, Always.