ADULT EXCERPT

“Scoot over,” Tallean indicated. “We need space.”

Connor obeyed, now curious as to what Tallean had planned. Whatever it was, he hoped it involved him getting fucked. As satisfying as the first orgasm had been, he needed more.

Che’kendral tossed Tallean a vial of oil. God only knew where the man had gotten it from. He doubted very much that a library—even one in a brothel—would hold that sort of thing. But it didn’t matter, not when the little bottle clearly pointed out Connor’s desires would be fulfilled.

“Turn around, on all fours,” the sky elf said.

Connor did, although he registered some difficulties since his limbs were shaking so badly. He spread his legs wide, exposing his hole for his lovers.

As he did so, his eyes fell on Rodrik and Che’kendral. Once more, the two men sat on armchairs, just watching them with hot eyes and slowly masturbating. The sight drove all lingering strength out of Connor and he would have fallen on his face if Tallean didn’t catch him. “Slowly now, Connor,” the elf said.

With one strong arm around Connor’s waist, Tallean prepared Connor’s passage for invasion. The fingers of his other hand wormed inside Connor’s anus. He melted against Tallean, all the while keeping his eyes on the self-pleasuring Rodrik and Che’kendral.

His orgasm relaxed him, so he had no trouble taking the first two fingers. At the third, he felt a bit of discomfort, especially since Rallion had taken him earlier. “Seems like you’re still a bit sore from earlier,” Tallean said in a husky voice. “Did it feel good when Rallion fucked you?”

Connor nodded, trying to impale himself on the fingers in spite of the slight burn. “I wish I could have seen it,” Tallean continued. “I’m sure you looked so very beautiful.”

“He did,” Rallion said from behind him.

Tallean chuckled as he removed his fingers from Connor’s body. “We have all the time in the world to watch it again. Ready, Connor?”

“Yes!” Connor gasped out. “Yes, please! Fuck me.”

The head of Tallean’s dick nudged at his opening. Connor fought to relax as his lover’s hard dick pushed inside. It was difficult, more so than Connor expected. The soreness increased into a deep ache and for a few moments, Connor actually considered asking Tallean to pull out.

But then, Che’kendral spoke. “Look at me, gorgeous,” he said huskily. “Take him in. Relax your body. Give yourself to him.”

“Let go, baby,” Rodrik added. “Trust them.”

And just like that, Connor felt the knot of tension inside him relax. The ache dimmed to a pleasurable burn, which changed into incredible pleasure when Tallean’s shaft hit Connor’s special spot. He moaned, all thoughts of stopping this gone from his mind. Fully impaled by Tallean’s cock, he tried to move his hips back, to fuck himself on the other man’s shaft. “God! Please!”

“Be still, Connor,” Tallean said in his ear.

Tallean didn’t move, and each second of wait turned into unbearable sensual torture. It was only when Tallean groaned that he realized what his men intended. Their bodies lurched forward as Rallion or Wren—Connor couldn’t be sure which—penetrated Tallean. Judging by the slower, gentler motion, Connor would guess Rallion.

Panting, desperate with need, Connor nevertheless kept his passion in check, waiting. One more link in their chain, one more connection in place. When it came, Connor felt like he’d somehow been transported to heaven. Another, harder thrust—Wren’s—echoed in his body and Connor cried out, feeling like he was being fucked by three cocks.

If that one motion felt amazing, what happened next turned out to be even better. Now connected in the most intimate way four men could possibly be, they started a delicious rhythm that drove Connor higher and higher on the peaks of pleasure. With every thrust, Tallean’s cock hit Connor’s sweet spot with an astounding strength—the strength of three incredible men combined. His own dick throbbed with the renewed need to come, and he pushed back against his men as hard as he could, chasing his pleasure and theirs.

Over and over, they fucked him and used him, until Connor didn’t know where he ended and they began. And throughout it all, Connor kept his eyes on Che’kendral and Rodrik. The two men jacked their cocks, their hands moving down their pre-cum-slick shafts, their lustful gazes fixed on Connor. Impossibly, Connor found himself wishing his hands could be the ones around those magnificent dicks, or better yet, his mouth.

He might have been ashamed of his desires—after all, he was being fucked by three other men at the moment—but he couldn’t hide anything from his lovers. “Imagine them fucking your mouth as we fuck your ass,” Tallean said.

“Go on, baby,” Rodrik said. “How would I taste? Close your eyes and imagine.”

As much as Connor would have liked to keep his gaze on Che’kendral and Rodrik, he instantly obeyed. An image popped into his mind, that of Rodrik and Che’kendral feeding him their fat cocks.

“That’s it, baby,” Rodrik said. “Take it. Take me and Chek. Open up for us. Feel us fucking you.”

Against all odds, Connor did feel them. He could almost taste the ghostly flavor of their pre-cum on his tongue. His jaw ached slightly from being stretched by their pricks. It was impossible, yet still so very real.

Filled to the brink by Tallean’s cock, his ass pounded by three men and his soul owned so thoroughly by all five, Connor couldn’t take it anymore.