ADULT EXCERPT

“You’re doing what I say now, little nymph. Got that?”

Yane gulped, his beautiful face flushed and his eyes gone stormy with frustrated pleasure. As their gazes met, the nymph nodded. Kyllian suppressed a chuckle. He’d never expected to find such delicious submissiveness in two men with such strength. “Now, get Alcharr ready.”

As he spoke, he used a spell to lift Alcharr’s body in the air and flip him over. The man’s bulk made maneuvering somewhat awkward without magic, and his wings, while beautiful, took some getting used to. At any rate, Kyllian didn’t intend to press Alcharr and Yane into bondage play—not yet. Flying beings in particular weren’t really receptive to that sort of thing, although Alcharr could be the exception. They would explore the possibilities later, not now when the two lovers were hardly in an emotional state to consider such a thing.

Kyllian hoped they would accept. He hoped he and the others would live long enough to try to make it work. Because he knew that such a relationship would need to involve the other three men, as well. He’d lived too long to not recognize genuine affection when he saw it, and there were clear bonds between Owen, Hash, Sassaki, Yane, and Alcharr.

Smiling to himself, Kyllian held Alcharr in his arms. The eagle met his gaze dead on, pressing his naked body to Kyllian’s. Kyllian suppressed a groan as Alcharr reached for his dick and wrapped a strong fist around it. A small smirk appeared on Alcharr’s lips, and Kyllian wanted to give the man a lesson he would never forget—a lesson in pleasure.

“Take my clothes off,” he told Alcharr.

The eagle shuddered visibly but proceeded to do as ordered. Alcharr leaned back and allowed the other man to work his boots and pants off. His shirt went next, and Kyllian gestured for Yane to wait until Alcharr finished. At last, the three of them were naked together on the bed, and Kyllian surmised it was finally time to have his way with the two men.

With a brief nod, he silently told Yane to continue. The following second, Alcharr gasped, his fingers digging into Kyllian’s shoulders as Yane’s fingers pushed inside him. From his angle, Kyllian couldn’t see too well what Yane was doing, but judging by the trembling of Alcharr’s wings and body, the eagle must be enjoying it a lot.

Alcharr pushed against Yane and back toward Kyllian, as if unable to decide where he wanted to be touched most. His cock leaked pre-cum on Kyllian’s thigh, and this time, Kyllian no longer held back. He pulled Alcharr close and pressed his lips to the eagle’s, greedily demanding entrance. Alcharr opened for him and Kyllian invaded the other man’s mouth, tasting him, delving deep, massaging Alcharr’s tongue with his own.

A groan from Yane reminded Kyllian he needed to involve the nymph as well, not that he had forgotten. He broke away from Alcharr and flipped him over once again. The man let out a sound that seemed to convey surprise, dismay, and annoyance, and Kyllian decided to give him one last chance for an out.

“I want to fuck you, Alcharr,” he said. “Would you like that?” He stole a look toward Yane. “Do you two want to share your bond with me? Decide quickly.”

Yane just nodded, while Alcharr answered, “Yes. Yes, please.”

“Good answer.”

With that, Kyllian placed Alcharr on all fours and caressed his naked hip, waiting. “Go on. I want to see you fuck him.”

Alcharr didn’t wait for further encouragement. He maneuvered Yane in a similar position, murmuring soft words of encouragement and endearments. Oddly, Kyllian didn’t feel left out, but privileged for being accepted in such a special moment.

In one single thrust, Alcharr slid home. Yane’s gasp mixed with Alcharr’s moan, the two echoing each other’s pleasure like only longtime lovers could. Kyllian would have been humbled, and in a sense, he was. At the same time, though, he knew that, in spite of the connection of the two, he himself shared a bond with them. He could feel it, sense it calling out to his magic.

The eagle stilled inside Yane’s ass, and Kyllian didn’t delay in taking the offered opportunity. Without giving Alcharr a single warning, he pushed inside. The cries of his two lovers were even louder this time, and Kyllian distantly realized that his own grunt had joined them.

Alcharr’s ass was hot and tight around his dick, and only the ages of discipline and control Kyllian had lived through kept him from coming on the spot. He tightened his hold on Alcharr’s hip when the eagle would have tried to move and, with his other hand, traced the texture of one of Alcharr’s feathers. It provided enough of a distraction to keep him from exploding like a youth of barely fifteen winters.

When he thought he could move without embarrassing himself, Kyllian pulled out of Alcharr and thrust back in. Into this motion he put all the strength of his inner self and all his frustrated desire for the men he’d never actually thought he would have. Over and over, he pushed in and out Alcharr’s channel, aiming for his man’s prostate. Alcharr and Yane moved with him, and they fell into a perfect rhythm of carnal pleasure, pushing, pulling, grinding, groaning, again and again, until Kyllian thought he would lose it.

On instinct, he slapped Alcharr’s ass as he rode him. Alcharr went wild, howling as if he were a canine shape-shifter, not a golden eagle. Kyllian increased the pace even more, delivering well-placed strokes on Alcharr’s buttocks and thighs. He loved the red glow that appeared on Alcharr’s ass and distantly made a mental note to test some of his special crops on it, as soon as they made some clearer arrangements.

His balls ached with the need to come, but he kept a tight leash on himself, wanting to make his lovers climax first. Thrusting one more time inside Alcharr, he whispered, “Come.”