I gulped, suddenly aware of all the eyes on us. I glanced over and saw both were pumping their cocks.
"Come here," I said to Tarian before rolling my head over to look at Quillon. "You don’t have to if you don’t?—"
"I want to." He moved forward, and I hesitated a moment.
I looked him in the eye, and he nodded. I wrapped my hand around his thickness, and he sucked in a breath. He moaned as I began pumping him up and down. I moved my other hand to Tarian and did the same to him. Rafferty chose that moment to suck on my clit, sending electricity cascading through me. I moaned as he kept licking and sucking—feasting on me—while I pumped his friends' cocks.
"Your hand feels so good," Tarian moaned, and Quillon just grunted.
I moaned and kept going, his praise fuelling me. I kept going, even when the pleasure built inside me and started to fill me like I was a tank of water. I threw my head back and screamed as stardust exploded behind my eyes. My magic beamed out of me, forming a ring and flying out. It vanished, dissipating as soon as it hit the wall. The guys next to me grunted as they sprayed their cum all over my bare breasts, the warmth coating them. I moaned at the sensation, the warmth feeling amazing on my heated skin.
Rafferty sat up, and the next thing I knew, he pulled me onto his lap. The tip of his large cock, the biggest of all three of them, gently pushed into the very tip of my entrance.
"Fuck," I moaned and looked him in the eye.
"Do you want me to fuck you, princess?" he asked.
"Yes! Please fuck me!" I begged, needing to feel his cock inside me.
He smiled and moved his hand with his cock so it slid inside me. I was surprised there was only a flicker of discomfort with how large he was. I threw my head back as he filled me up.
"Tell me when you are ready for me to move," he said.
I waited a second before nodding. "I’m ready."
He began thrusting in and out of me, rolling his hips. I clung to him desperately as he held my hips and started helping me move up and down. I gasped at the feeling of being stretched and moved with more vigor, needing him to feel as good as I did.
"You look so good taking him," Tarian said, and I had to stop myself from cursing again at his words.
"So good. So eager to take it," Rafferty said he moved me faster.
I screamed and threw my head back as my body began to shake. I couldn't think, couldn't string together a coherent thought. They were like broken chain links floating through my mind. He kept holding me and thrusting in hard and deep. I could only hold onto him as he used me to fuck himself. The sounds he was making went straight between my legs, and suddenly, my orgasm burst through me like the purest magic. I collapsed against him, and he grunted once as warmth filled my vagina. I sighed in contentment, knowing I was safe with these men.
Tarian picked me up from his friend and placed me down. "Open your legs," he said softly.
I moved my shaking legs apart, and he moved a small towel between them and started wiping me clean. It was intense, but also made me feel closer as he wiped away his friend's cum. When he was done, he threw the towel aside, and he lay down next to me, pulling my back against his front. Rafferty slid in next to me on the other side, our chests touching. Quillon had his distance, but that was okay; I could still feel his presence. Certain words were on the tip of my tongue, but I knew that would be ridiculous so early. Instead, I shut my eyes and fell into the best sleep I had in years.
Chapter Six
Quillon
The sun shone brightly in the morning. I looked over and saw the twin suns beating firmly down from their perch in the sky. Glancing over, I noticed that Tarian was still asleep, but Fayanna and Rafferty were missing. I frowned and wondered where they had disappeared to.
A sudden scream pierced the day, instantly waking me. I shot up and ran towards the source, with Tarian waking and running behind me. I sprinted into Rafferty's room and stood there with wild eyes when I saw the pair jumping up and down in each other's arms.
"What in the name of Illlyia is happening here?" I demanded, looking at the pair.
They turned to me with big smiles. "She’s my mate!" Rafferty cried, looking at me with a grin so large I thought his face would split.
I blinked. If she were his mate, that meant— "Your curse?—"
"It’s gone! I got a raging hard on with no pain! She cured me!" He was practically delirious with happiness as he spun her around, making Fayanna squeal before she set her down.
He placed a searing kiss on her lips, and as thrilled as I was for them, envy coursed through me. I wanted to be her mate. I felt like I needed her as much as I needed air. She was everything I wanted in a partner after my ex-girlfriend broke up with me after the Witch who came to town cursed me, and I thought I would be alone forever. Then I met my friends, who separate witches cursed: when he left his witchy girlfriend after they slept together, and Tarian, when he stole an artifact, and the witch retaliated.
I was about to say something when Tarian groaned. I looked at him with wide eyes as he collapsed. “Fuck,” I grunted, walking over to him.
“What’s happening to him?” Fayanna asked, concern lacing her voice.