I lifted my head weakly and laughed at Jonathon's grin, his hands feeling around on what must've been Ezra's ass.
"Time's up, mate," Jonathon teased, and I released a peal of giggles at the smacking sound of Jonathon's palm against Ezra's ass and Ezra's resulting yelp as he rolled away, nipping my breast in a goodbye.
"Tired yet, mon coeur?" Auguste asked, kissing my brow and pushing away sweaty strands.
I wasn't tired, but I was feeling especially sated and lazy there on the platform. But one look up into Auguste's blacked-out eyes had me pushing up on wobbly arms, turning to crouch in front of him on the platform, my ass on offer to Jonathon.
"Not yet," I said, tipping my lips up for Auguste's kiss. He'd undressed in the quiet, and he climbed up onto the platform with me, Jonathon close at my back, the pair of them enfolding me in their limbs, mouths shifting to share my shoulders between them.
I turned my throat for Auguste to suck on, finding Amon still watching from the border of the platform. He'd shed his shirt and the firelight was stunning on his skin, shimmering over the golden fur that gleamed, not an illusion but not quite a disguise of what he really was either.
I arched, and Auguste ducked to my breasts, drawing me up onto his lap and stroking his cock against my soaked sex.
"Does it make you jealous?" I asked Amon, my eyes fluttering shut as Jonathon started to touch and stroke my ass.
"No, my star," Amon said, and I forced my eyes open to be sure he wasn't lying for my sake. He looked a little surprised, pacing around the edge of the platform as he watched the men sharing me. "Not jealous. Amazed. Honored. This is right, you know," he said, nearly whispered, stopping by my side and reaching out briefly to stroke my cheek, my body leaning into the touch. "A queen should have her consorts."
My breath hitched, and then Auguste was pulling me down onto his length at the same moment that Jonathon fit a finger into my ass, a tease of what was to come. I moaned, wrapping an arm around each of them, and let myself sink under the haze of the moment, discovering rare patience to ride the wave up with them, already eager to crash against the shore again.
* * *
I was senseless,moving more under the command of the massive hands holding me than any directive of my own. Mr. Tanner had me in his embrace, my back to his chest, my fingers tangled weakly in his hair, as he fucked me up and down his cock, exposing me to the gazes of the others.
Amon was glowing in front of the fireplace, hands clenching and unclenching as he watched, cock already stiff, and I watched him only half aware of myself.
"Little girl," Mr. Tanner growled in my ear.
I whimpered and tipped my head, pressing my forehead to his jaw as he picked up the pace, driving himself into me.
"The sphinx grows impatient for you."
"Yes," I gasped.
I'd traveled back into that hollow, dizzying space in my head again, the whole world quiet even as flesh slapped wetly together, my voice high and breathy with whines.
"Do you want him to fuck you too?"
"Yes, yes, I want Amon too," I cried, and Mr. Tanner's arm tightened around my chest, keeping me from launching myself senselessly in Amon's direction.
"Then be a good little girl and come on this cock."
I moaned, tears springing in my eyes. Everything was dense and full of pressure, it felt wonderful, but so distant too, and I didn't know how I could find my way out of the fog.
Mr. Tanner paused his use of me, taking my hands gently from his hair, and moving them down to rest on his knees. He was sitting on the platform with me on his lap, my shins a little numb from the position, and moving me into the new position let him sink deeper, drawing out my moan.
"Ride me, Esther. Fuck yourself."
"She's too weak," Amon growled.
"She's not, she's lazy," Ezra answered.
I gritted my teeth and glared at the man, but his teasing did the trick and I pushed down on Mr. Tanner's knees, dragging myself up and down his length, my eyes rolling shut at the stroke and glide of him inside of me.
Crack!
I gasped, and suddenly the world was vivid again, the pain of the smack on my ass suddenly bringing me to life.
"Yes! Again, please, sir," I cried, riding urgently, the pain blooming into a familiar ache of pleasure.
"Say thank you," Mr. Tanner said, and then down came his hand on my ass with a shocking sound but a gentle bloom of heat.
"Oh god, thank you, sir!"
Each spank interrupted my pace, and each one drove me higher. Amon came to stand directly in front of me, watching the scene with a gaze that was pure gold, the color boiling in his pent-up arousal. His cock was high and weeping, the head already slightly swollen and curving with his hook, and I wanted to lean forward and lick it, but he was too far away.
Crack!
"Ahh, I'm so—Yes, yes, thank you, sir!"
Mr. Tanner chuckled and repeated the smack, my voice stuttering, teeth digging into my lip. Amon's thumb drew it free again, and I sucked on the digit, moaning around his flesh as he stroked it over my tongue until Tanner spanked me again.
"Oh, fuc—Thank-thank fuck!"
Tanner and Amon grabbed me as I came, thrashing and crumpling, and I didn't even notice as they passed me between them.
The platform was cool under my cheek, my nails scratching against the glossy finished fabric. Amon had bent my legs beneath me, and his hands lifted my ass high.
"You are beautiful, my star. A wonder."
He had watched it all, every single touch between me and the others, had witnessed my pleasure with them until I was too weak to move. And then—
I sighed with soft relief as Amon slid easily into me, bending to cover my back, the velvet of fur on my sweaty skin.
"Yesssss," I breathed, unable to do more than bear him inside me. Maybe in a moment, after I'd caught my breath, I would—
Amon's hips snapped, fast and ferocious, his hands taking my shoulders to brace me, and my breath was gone again, stolen in the fury of movement.
"Ahh, yes! Moooore!"
"You will have more, my star, more than you ever imagined," Amon gasped, teeth scratching over the back of my neck, tongue licking there. "More than I can give you alone. Just as it should be."
I reached one shaking hand back and wrapped it around his thigh, digging my fingers into the flexing muscle, feeling the power of him and letting it drown me.
"All you should wish for," Amon hissed in my ear. "And then more."