Night shadows

The room was dim—amber light flickering from candles, shadows stretching long across silk sheets. I was the centerpiece of this quiet, dangerous altar: soft skin against cool linen, my breath already caught somewhere between want and surrender.

The man behind me - solid heat, taller, broader. His presence wraps around me like a promise. He kisses the side of my neck, hands slowly tracing down my ribs, to my hips. “You’re going to take everything we give you tonight,” he murmurs, and I nod, breath shaky, thighs pressing together. But that won’t save me.

And in front of me? Narein- the man who knew my body and my desires like no other man on this planet. Watching my pupils dilate as he leaned closer, thumb grazing my lower lip. I kissed him like I’d starved for the taste of him. Deep. Devouring. Claiming.

One hand around my throat—not to hurt, just to anchor me. The other sliding between my thighs, parting me slowly as if unveiling something sacred.

“Hold her just like that,” Narein says, voice thick with hunger, “I want her trembling for me.”

And the man behind me happily obliged.

I am perfectly displayed—legs spread, back arched into him, lips parted as he leans in. His breath ghosts across my thighs, my clit, so close and still not touching. I whimper. He smiles.

“Oh, love,” He whispers, lips brushing my skin, “you’re already so wet for us.”

He lets his tongue trail just barely over me—teasing, tasting, circling around my clit without pressure. I gasp, already shaking, and Sebastian behind me holds me tighter, grounding me. His cock is hard against my ass, and I can feel how badly he wants to take me. But he waits—because right now, Narein is in charge.

He slides his tongue over my clit in slow, deliberate licks while Sebastian gently opens my legs wider, his fingers spreading me for Narein. I'm panting now, hips bucking, but Narein doesn’t let me cum. Not yet. He pulls away just as my body starts to tighten, and I cry out—a desperate, broken sound that makes all both groan.

“I want you begging,” the man in front of growls.

"I don't beg", my smart ass says knowing that this will piss him off in the best possible way.

"Are you being a smart ass?" he smirks.

"Always," I respond with a grin on my face.

Sebastian leans toward Narein and growls in his ear, low and dark. “She’s ready.”

Then he lifts me like nothing—hands gripping my hips, positioning me perfectly as he lines up behind me. I brace yourself, and then—

He thrusts in.

I scream from the sudden sensation. My walls stretch, clench, wrap around him, and he groans so deep it vibrates through my spine. And just as my body adjusts, Narein dives in.

His tongue moves in rhythm with Sebastian's cock, flicking, licking, devouring my clit while he thrusts into me from behind. I'm not just moaning—I'm shaking, my entire body pulled tight like a bowstring.

Sebastian lifts my hips higher, driving deeper, and Narein matches Sebastian's rhythm with his mouth—his thrusts pushing me against Narein's tongue, again and again. I scream their names, my body straining for release.

And when my orgasm hits? They both feel it. My pussy clenches so hard around Sebastian's cock that he nearly loses control. Narein continues to lick my clit—if anything, he goes harder, keeping me riding that wave as my legs give out and my voice breaks.

But they’re not done. The man behind me lifts me up, keeps fucking me, and the man in front of me rises to his feet, stroking his cock with one hand, my moans soaking into his skin. Sebastian whispers filthy things in my ear—how good I look ruined, how tight I am, how desperate they are to fill me up and mark me everywhere.

And as he thrusts deeper, faster—my body bouncing with each one—Narein presses his forehead to mine, panting, stroking himself harder, watching my pleasure crest again, and again, and again.

“Come with us,” he growls.

And we do. Together.

I shatter—screaming, shaking, eyes rolled back. Sebastian pulls out so Narein can take over.

Narein groans my name as he spills inside me, grip bruising my hips, burying himself to the hilt.

And he comes undone with me—hot release inside of me, leaking down my thighs, as he watches my body quakes with the most devastating orgasm yet.

And then?

Silence. Heavy, holy. Only our breaths. Only my smile.

Ruined. Worshipped. Remembered.

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