Wicked Empress: The Onic Empire, Book 4 (30 page)

“Very wet.” Lifting his head, he caught her gaze again. “So wet she has made a mark upon her skirt.” Sliding the fabric forward caused her body to shift forward, pulling her down the couch and pushing her legs back even more. Letting go of her breasts, Viltori captured her legs just behind her knee, holding her in place for Drahka’s continued inspection.

With one massive hand on either side of her sex, he spread her cunt lips apart, exposing the sensitive inner flesh to the cool air. When he lowered his lips and breathed a moist breath against her, she shuddered. Viltori gripped her knees more firmly. Captured between the two strong men, she now realized that even if she wished to move, she couldn’t. Neatly they had trapped her.

“What a sweet, hot cunt you have, my lady.” Drahka looked right into her eyes as he spoke, his words flowing over her held open sex. “Pink and perfect between ebony folds.”

On the tip of her tongue, a stream of orders rested, but she knew if she issued them, they would only laugh and drag her torment out further. Despite her building needs, she kept her mouth closed.

“Does she smell good?” Viltori nuzzled her ear, nipping along the tip as he breathed against her. With the wires humming against her nipples, he was free to hold her legs while he bit and kissed her sensitive neck.

“Good enough to eat,” Drahka said, pushing his hands farther apart, opening her even more.

They knew just how to torment her. Teasing her with their breath while making her wait for their touches was maddening. Her body felt afire. Forcefully held exposed like a wanton
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, she struggled briefly to find a more dignified position, but neither man would let her move.

“I like you this way, Bithia. Spread out so we can do what we please to you. All the sinful things we have been thinking of.”

Her moan became a cry of need.

“Is her little clit hard?”

Drahka’s hands smoothed up, his fingers parting her flesh, exposing her throbbing clit to cold air. Shivering, she again tried to curl in.

“Hard and trembling.” Drahka’s words brought another body-deep shudder as they wafted heat over her demanding clit. “Ah, I can see her contracting inside, longing for something to fill that snug space.”

“Is that it, Bithia? Do you want something to fill your hot, tight cunt?”

She wanted to answer, but didn’t dare. Turning her head to the side, she caught Viltori’s gaze, pleading with her eyes. His masterful smile sent a new erotic thrill over her flesh. Not in all her life had she found a more commanding man. Pressing his face to hers, his lips a whisper from hers, he asked, “How about Drahka’s big, thick cock? Would you like that plunging into your greedy slit?”

Closing her eyes, she sighed, and begged, “Yes, please, I want—” He cut her off with a soul-searing kiss that stole her breath.

Pulling back, Viltori looked at her as he spoke to Drahka. “I’m going to tongue fuck her mouth. You should do the same to her cunt.”

Before she could react, both men plunged their tongues into her body. Gasping, she drew Viltori’s tongue inside, sucking at the pointed flesh as if it were a cock. Drahka stabbed his tongue deep into her sex as he held her open. Her nether lips had cooled from exposure and his face brought shocking heat when he pressed close. Delaying this moment sent her senses reeling. Each man rammed his tongue into her repeatedly, doing as Viltori said, fucking her with rough aggression.

Drawing back, Viltori grinned and cast his gaze down between her legs. She followed suit. Drahka held her open with his strong hands, his tongue stabbing into her, making her squirm.

“That’s it, Drahka. That’s what she craves. Something hot and slick inside her.”

As if they shared some unspoken language, Drahka moved his hand so that he now held her open to his ministrations with one hand. Between flicks of his tongue, Drahka said, “I think she needs more, my teacher, something bigger than my tongue.”

“I agree.” Viltori nipped her neck. “Slide your finger into her.”

Doing as he was bid, Drahka slipped one big finger into her sex. Instantly her walls clamped around the digit. Now he used his tongue to tease her clit as his index finger slid in and out with a lazy rhythm. So sensitive had they made her with their teasing that she could almost feel the texture of his skin as he slipped inside her.

“Is her cunt sucking at your finger?”

Looking up, a possessive grin lifting one edge of Drahka’s mouth, he confirmed, “She’s tugging at my finger, trying to pull it deeper and crush it inside.”

“Wouldn’t that feel good around your cock?”

Moaning, Drahka nodded agreement, flicking his tongue up and down her lips, slipping the tip around his finger before he settled back on her clit. Deliberately he slid his thick finger in and out of her, increasing her need, her longing, until she thought she would pass out from her inability to breathe.

Pressing his mouth right to her ear, Viltori whispered, “I want to shove my cock into you so hard your head flicks back.” Her moan of longing only encouraged him to continue as Drahka followed the beat of his words with his thrusting finger. “I want to ride you slow and steady until you scream for more.” Somehow, his words caused the wires around her nipples to vibrate in tune with the rumbling bass of his voice. “I want you to cream around my prick, gushing out each time I press deep.”

Breaking his steady rhythm, Drahka lifted his head and growled, “You do have a way with words, my teacher.”

Viltori smiled, then tweaked the wires around her nipples until they vibrated so swiftly they hummed. Waves of longing rushed along her body, centering in her core, causing her to gush around Drahka’s finger.

How Viltori knew, she couldn’t comprehend, but he knew that she needed more than Drahka’s lone finger. “Despite how big his finger is, it isn’t big enough to fill that emptiness in you, is it Bithia? You need a big, thick cock to stretch your sweet little hole.”

Nodding, she worked her hips, begging for more without using words. Bithia squirmed as Drahka tormented her into a frenzy of longing that nothing but both thick cocks could satisfy.

“That finger is big, but not nearly big enough.” Viltori tormented her, knowing just how erotic she found his wicked words. “Slip another finger into her grasping sex, Drahka.”

“Are you sure?” He looked up. “I think she might climax if I do.”

“Hmm.” Viltori considered her for a breathless moment. “I don’t think we should let her come, not yet.”

Her protesting growl was lost as he swooped down to kiss her. To pull her back from the brink, Drahka left off licking her clit, but continued a slow plunge with his finger. Once he sensed he’d pulled her back enough, Viltori encouraged him to slip another finger in beside the first.

Howling behind closed lips, Bithia met his thrusting hand with a roll of her hips. Viltori held her knees, but now yanked her up, lifting her bottom so that she hung free and unable to move. Frustrated, she squirmed in desperation, but Viltori only nipped her lips and continued with his wicked, wicked words.

“I know, Bithia, I know. You want our big, thick cocks inside your sweet, hot cunt.” His words struck her physically, vibrating the wires on her nipples, encouraging Drahka to press hard with each statement. Looking up into Viltori’s eyes, her breathing shallow, panting, almost gasping in her frustration, she realized that was what he wanted. Viltori mastered her.

“Not this night or any other will I give you my cock or allow Drahka to do so.”

For a long moment she simply stared at him. “All this was to force me to legitimize our relationship?” Now she didn’t have the right to either man. She had suspected they were up to something, but conspiring to sexually torment her into claiming them was the last thing she would have surmised.

“If you want us, you will have to publicly claim us.”

“I’m trying,” she protested. It was cruel for him to punish her for something she had no control over. “Try harder.” Viltori’s face was kind despite his harsh words. “We need this from you.” He kissed her then, his tongue going deep, claiming her mouth as Drahka did the same to her aching sex with his thick fingers and flicking tongue. “But we aren’t without mercy.”

At that, the two men teased her in earnest. Viltori held her legs up and wide, spreading her for Drahka as he continued to pour a steady stream of perversities into her ear. As Drahka worked between her legs, sweat beaded across his brow and when he knelt up to get a better angle, his massive cock slipped between the edges of his robe. At Viltori’s urging, Drahka cupped his cock with his free hand, stroking his thick prick until he pulled the foreskin down, exposing the wet and needy tip. Seeing what she so desperately wanted increased her torment until she thought she would faint from longing. A climax waited, just beyond her reach. What pushed her over the edge was Drahka flipping his hand over, so his palm was up, and thrusting two fingers into her with great body-moving force as he stroked his cock with the same aggressive pace. All the while, Viltori encouraged her to look upon what she couldn’t have, and he ordered Drahka to stroke himself harder, and her harder, until his hand became a blur between her legs.

Bithia climaxed with such power she lost her vision, her hearing and her mind. For a timeless moment, she was nothing but sensation. Pure, unadulterated pleasure lifted from the physical into something just one breath shy of divine. She felt her lovers, their bodies, but more deeply their needs. As the empress, she couldn’t keep them as lovers indefinitely. Bringing Viltori back from the brink of death did not mean he would submit to her needs. If anything, he’d grown entrenched in his position, and this time he’d gotten Drahka to take a stance with him as well.

As her climax rolled through her, she could feel the lust gathered in the straining flesh of their cocks. They didn’t tease her lightly, but with purpose. What Viltori said was true—each of them longed to plunge his cock where Drahka thrust his fingers. Filling her grasping sex would bring them both great pleasure, but they would forgo their own needs and wait for more than just a fleeting tryst.

The last lingering waves of her orgasm dissipated. Viltori let go her knees but Drahka caught her trembling legs, lowering them gently down. When she looked, she discovered he had not climaxed. His cock was still hard and dusky red, pushing out from his robe.

She wanted to speak, to swear that she was doing her best to claim them both, but all that emerged was a gasping sob of frustration. She was the empress and yet she was powerless in the face of the prophecy. Enovese had been working feverishly to find the answers she so desperately sought, but even with her extensive knowledge, she could find nothing. How much longer could the three of them live like this?

“Shhh.” Viltori lifted her chin, kissing her softly. “Don’t speak, Bithia.”

Drahka knelt beside her and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her to her bed as if she weighed nothing. Settling her in the center, they removed her dress, pulled the covers up, tucking her in like a child.

Each man stood looking down at her, their cocks hard, pressing against their robes. When she lifted up, reaching out as if to take them in her hands, Viltori held her back with a lift of his hand and a shake of his head.

“But you…” She couldn’t leave them this way. If she couldn’t have them in her still-quivering cunt, she could have them in her mouth, her hands, or even between her breasts. She suggested this to them and for a long time they considered each other.

Twin grins of sinful pleasure slowly spread across their faces as the two men removed their robes. Strong bodies, sleek with sweat from what they had given her, stretched as they stood so near and yet so far. Breathless with anticipation, Bithia watched, curious as to what they would do now.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Nipples peaking in the cold air, Drahka continued to gaze up the length of the bed at Bithia. Her eyes were wide, her expression sated but curious as she peered over the crimson cover. Beside him, Viltori stood nude, his smaller and paler nipples just as hard, much like his cock. Long before Bithia returned, they had eagerly mapped out their strategy. Planning what they would do to her had kept them in a perpetual state of arousal. Actually doing all those wild things had left them both in dire need for release. They’d planned for this moment too, but what they hadn’t discussed was Viltori’s determination to withhold giving to her until she made their relationship official.

In Oughunian, Drahka asked, “Why did you lie to me?”

Viltori turned, regarding him coolly, his uplifted brow pushing the question right back at him.

“You said we would tease her for her pleasure, not to force her to claim us.” Drahka knew that Bithia had worked tirelessly to find a way to have them both. Without a magistrate, a bonding ceremony couldn’t even be performed, nor could she issue a proclamation claiming one of them as a consort.

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t reveal to you the full of my plan.”

Bithia watched them, her gaze darting between them as if by watching them closely enough, she might understand what they spoke of.

“You said that while you lay dying, you’d regretted not giving to Bithia.”

Nodding, Viltori said, “Even if she claimed me, I still could not give without repercussions. Something happened when the silver-haired woman cured me.”

Repeatedly, Drahka asked him what, but Viltori refused to speak of it.

“Now is not the time.” He considered Bithia. “Not when we have yet to sate ourselves.”

“If this is over who will be first chosen, I already told you I care little which of us—”

“It’s not about that.”

Drahka wanted to argue the matter further, but his body begged for a release more strongly than his mind demanded answers.

“Trust me when I tell you it is more important than ever that whatever children the three of us create are legitimate.” Gaze drilling into his, Viltori finished, “I couldn’t bear to inflict any harm on the innocent.”

His impassioned speech compelled Drahka to agree. They would have to forgo giving to Bithia until the issue of their bonding was resolved. Watching her longing, seeing her pain, had almost prompted him to forget his agreement only to tease her. With the taste of her glory on his lips and the feel of her clutching at his fingers, he wanted to yank his hand back and shove his aching cock deep inside. Her eyes would have gone wide with shock, then lowered with pleasure. Just the thought of having Viltori holding her open for him while he thrust hard and steady between her thighs caused his prick to twitch.