IF YOU WERE HERE RIGHT NOW, I’d make you suck Kols’s cock, I said into Aflora’s mind. He’s hard as fuck, pixie flower. Even has a little bit of cum on the tip for you to lick off.
I reached beneath him to swipe at the moisture with my thumb, then brought it to my lips.
Aflora moaned through my thoughts as I described his essence to her in exquisite detail. Zephyrus...
Yes?
You’re making me want to… to do things to myself.
Then touch yourself, I said. “Aflora wishes you were in her mouth right now,” I told Kols. “Next time we’re together, I want her to suck you off while I fuck you.”
His shaft visibly pulsed with the words as I settled onto my knees behind him. He looked good like this, up on all fours before me. I leaned forward to press a kiss to his spine, aware that this wasn’t his favorite position.
But he was doing this for me.
To give me an outlet.
To provide me with a semblance of control.
Thank you, I said with my mouth, kissing his back again as I stroked my hand up and down his outer thigh. Then I switched focus in my mind, engaging the connection that Aflora had left open these last few days. I could sense her guarding it, waiting for Zakkai to potentially abuse it, but so far, he’d remained out of my head and out of our connection.
Are you touching yourself, Aflora? I asked her as I retrieved the lube from the bed. Kols shivered as I popped the cap. I squeezed a little into my hand, then reached around to stroke his shaft, teasing him. I’m touching Kols, I added softly. He’s groaning quite loudly.
I gave him a little twist on the end, catching more of the precum in my hand.
Then I applied the lube to the crease of his ass and dropped the container onto the bed.
Aflora, I hummed. I’m starting to prepare Kols’s ass for my cock. He’s almost as tight as your cunt.
She breathed something incoherent into my mind, making me smile. It was almost like she was with us, her excitement vibrating our bond.
What are you doing, pixie flower? Are you fingering yourself while I finger-fuck Kols?
“What’s she saying?” he asked,
groaning as I applied a little more pressure with a scissoring motion inside him.
“She’s playing with herself,” I said, sensing her mounting pleasure. “She’s mimicking my pace with her own hand.”
“Fuck.” He arched as I gave him a harsher pump, his skin flushing with his restraint.
“Don’t you dare come,” I said, repeating the words in my mind to Aflora. “I know it’s been a while, but we’re prolonging this.”
“Dick,” Kols muttered.
I squeezed his shaft. “Yes,” I agreed, shoving my fingers deeper into him, preparing him for the inevitable.
Tell me where you are, Aflora. What you’re doing. Describe it to me.
I could feel her swallowing in response, her heat a welcome embrace through our connection. I’m in the shower, she whispered, as though afraid of getting caught. I’m… I’m up against the wall. My legs keep threatening to buckle.
Where are your hands?
One is holding me up, she replied, her voice husky and so damn sweet. The other is between my legs.
Doing what, pixie flower? I want all the details. How many fingers are you using?
Two, she admitted.