Ronan moaned, head falling back on his shoulder as Hunter nodded down to Jude on the floor, who scrambled up eagerly, shedding his clothes. Jude's touch was cool as he wrapped around my back, shadows slithering over my arms like strips of silk, calming my fevered and flushed skin. I gasped as Hunter lifted me off his cock, and Jude eagerly took his place from behind, the pair of them maneuvering me onto Jude's lap. Jude pulled my arms up and back to reach around his neck, and he sat down at the edge of the table, putting me on display directly in front of Ronan's starving gaze. His hands reached down to my waist, working me up and down on his cock.
"Fuck, god, so fucking wet, love," Jude hissed. "Christ, Ronan, you don't know how good she feels."
"I know exactly how good she feels," Ronan growled, pulling at his restraints, bracing against the floor and arching his hips in my direction, as if he might be able to reach from those scant two feet away. His black wings were stretching out behind him, and I smiled, knowing that with just a few beats he might be able to propel himself closer.
"Don't make him wait. I want you both," I murmured, rolling myself on Jude's cock. "I want more." I turned my head to gaze at Hunter, who was back in the throne of his chair, observing us all with a smile. "Let him fuck me, master."
"I'll be so good," Ronan rasped, but he couldn't tear his eyes off where I bounced lightly on Jude's length, Hunter's cum sliding out of me.
Jude's breath was rough in my ear, hand sliding up from my waist to caress my breasts, pinch my tender nipples between two fingers.
"You can take them both?" Hunter asked me. "Like this?"
Could I fit two cocks in my cunt at once? My grin was lazy, already drunk with good sex. "Absolutely."
Not Nireas and Hunter, perhaps, but Jude and Ronan together would be a rewarding challenge. And that was all the reassurance Hunter required. He nodded to Nireas, who barely managed to pull the strap out from the buckle before Ronan was able to wrench his wrist free, red fingers shaking as he twisted to do the same for the other hand.
I expected Ronan to launch at me, to thrust inside with that same sudden urgency Hunter had used. But my imp stood, shook his wings, and stepped forward once. The tip of his swollen, angry cock kissed at my belly button, left a drip of molten arousal on my skin. He bent forward, reaching those trembling hands for my face, and drew me close for a kiss. It was all biting teeth and growls, soothed after by his scorching tongue, and I reached out with one arm to stroke his chest, finding his muscles straining like tightly coiled springs.
"Such a good pet," I whispered, sliding my hand up his dewy chest and linking my fingers into the loop on his collar.
"Fuck. Your pet. I'm your pet," Ronan laughed, the words rough and husky.
"Yes," I agreed. I was Hunter's, but Ronan was absolutely mine. Jude could share us, be shared by us. It was all starting to mix together in lovely combinations that ensured I would never be bored or unsatisfied.
"You know what I want, nut," Ronan breathed out.
I nodded and leaned back, Jude nuzzling at my cheek, lowering us down to our backs. Ronan moaned at the sight of us, at the junction of where Jude was fitted inside of me. He pulled Jude's heels up to the edge of the table, my legs draped over his thighs, and it spread me wider, fitted our half-fae lover deeper inside of me. And then Ronan was holding his cock to my opening, stroking himself up to swirl over my clit, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth open on a silent cry.
"Fuck us, Ro," I murmured.
"Mmm, want to feel the pair of you together," Jude called to him.
Ronan bent, mouth falling to my breasts, suckling sweetly at the same moment he notched himself inside of me. Jude howled and I gasped as Ronan started with short, careful thrusts, working me up to fit him, adjusting Jude's seat in my cunt, distracting me with pleading kisses on my breasts.
Jude was cursing, hips rocking, rubbing himself against Ronan, and the pair of them began to race, clumsy and eager. Ronan's hand found mine on his collar, clutching me as he buried himself in deep thrusts. Jude pulled my other hand back to his lips, kissing and licking at my palm as he whined and fucked me.
"Pretty," Nireas remarked.
"Exceptional," Hunter agreed.
And then it was only Ronan and Jude and me, whimpers and cries and twisting muscles, tumbling drums of sensation, the press and push and rub at every nerve inside of me. Ronan's free hand hitched my thigh higher, pulling me closer, and Jude slid fingers between us to rub at my clit.
It was a series of explosions set off. First my own, snapping out of my body and into thick blooms of ecstasy, flowers of pleasure bursting in the sweaty, damp heat of summer. Jude followed, bowing and lifting us both up and into Ronan's fucking, our release splashing against our desperate, unraveled imp. Ronan's wings beat as he roared and came, clutching my hand and thigh, rising up onto his hooves and stiffening. He started to buck after the first burst inside of me, moaning and leaning forward.
"Too soon," he gasped. "Too soon, I want more."
I found his kiss on my lips, freed my hands to stroke his face and calm him. He could have more if he wanted, although I wasn't sure I could do more than wrap myself around him and hold on, but he relaxed and drooped heavily onto me, still thrusting softly inside of me, slowing to a stop and sighing out an endless breath. I fluttered around them both and Jude hissed, hips kicking and making Ronan grunt and push up.
"She needs rest," Hunter said.
Ronan kissed my throat before sliding away, lifting me from on top of Jude. I had all the strength of a wet blanket.
"Put her down in front of me."
I shivered as Ronan rested me on the table in front of Hunter's seat, supporting me with an arm around my back. Hunter's bright gaze studied me, eyes tracing over every inch of flushed skin, every rumpled, sweaty strand of hair. Then he leaned in. I held my breath as he moved closer and closer, head bowing down, gentle hands spreading my legs. He stopped when his face was just an inch from my sex, stare flicking up to meet mine as he inhaled, long and deep. His eyes shut, and I shivered at the slow smile on his beautiful lips.
"Perfect," he said, voice low and breath breezing against my tender flesh. His eyes opened again, met mine. "You're ours, little one."
I nodded dutifully, ignored the aroused pulse in my core. "Yours," I said. I reached out to Hunter's face, lifted it to mine and pressed a kiss on his lips. "Gratefully." I turned to Ronan, and he met my kiss with the same welcomingly weary expression on his face that I was sure I wore. "Delightedly." I twisted and Jude was there, waiting, smiling, kissing me on my forehead. "Devotedly."
Nireas reached into the tangle of us, lifting me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. "Finally," he finished for me, mouth soft on mine. "Time for bed, nymph."
I went slack and relaxed in his hold, the others following close behind as he carried me through the house and up the stairs.