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Jasper gave Fey a soft kiss on her cheek before leaning around her and reaching into the drawer.
“Come here, Witchling,” Alastair demanded, bending her down so she lay flat against his chest. He pulled her into a kiss, sliding his cock out a few inches before roughly thrusting it back in, earning a stifled moan from her.
“I love hearing you make that noise,” Alastair told her, releasing her mouth and rolling his hips again.
Fey lost herself in the feel of him, almost forgetting what was to come until she felt Jasper’s fingers teasing her again. This time, they were slick and wet.
“Stay like this,” Alastair urged, pressing her close to his chest. “Just like this, Witchling.”
She whimpered as Jasper slipped a finger into her, and then another, coating her inside. Just as she was getting used to the sensation, relaxing around him, his fingers withdrew.
Her mouth went dry, and a tendril of fear began to creep in.
As if he knew, Jasper’s hands were suddenly there again, running gently over her back and shoulders as he positioned himself behind her, leaning over her to whisper in her other ear.
“I’ll go slow, okay?” His voice was soft. “You can stop me if it’s toomuch.”
Fey nodded, heart hammering in her chest, as she felt his tip press against her.
“Relax, Witchling,” Alastair murmured in her other ear, his voice slightly breathless. “Take a deep breath. You’ll have to relax to let him in.”
How could she relax? How was it even possible to relax, like this? But she managed to take a breath, letting it out slowly.
“Good girl. Another,” Alastair ordered, and as she did, she felt Jasper press harder against her entrance, and slowly, oh so slowly, he began to push himself inside.
Every time Fey tensed, Jasper’s soothing touches and gentle words managed to get her to relax again, and on her next deep breath, he pushed in even further.
Inch by inch, Fey fought against her raising panic, feeling like she might break. It was too much. They were too much.
Deep breaths, she told herself, forcing herself to relax until finally, mercifully, Jasper was inside of her.
Jasper let out a shuddering breath as his hips finally hit against her body, his limbs twitching with the effort of moving so slowly.
“How do you feel?” he asked her, his voice deep and guttural.
She tried to answer but could only moan, partially out of pain and partially out of…want. She felt like she was on the brink of something she’d never experienced before and, Goddess save her, she wantedmore. More of whatever this could be. More of whatever they could offer her.
“For fuck’s sake,” Alastair snapped, cock twitching inside her. “Jasper, hurry up. If I can’t fuck her soon, I’m going to go mad.”
Jasper chuckled, his breath lightly tickling Fey’s ear.
“Is he always this impatient?” he teased. When she let out a strained laugh in response, he asked, “Are you ready, gorgeous?”
At her nod, he began to move, pulling out just a fraction before sliding back in. It was too much, even those small movements. Fey turned her head and bit down on Alastair’s shoulder to keep from screaming.
Unable to stop himself from moving inside of her any longer, Alastair swore, his hips bucking.
“Fuck, Jasper,” he gasped. “I can feel you moving inside her, and it’s—” He clenched his teeth tight, his breathing ragged. “Fuck, yes.”
Jasper kept a slow tempo, easing her into it, and before long, she couldn’t bite down on Alastair any longer. Tilting her head back, Fey let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
It felt incredible. It was so much sensation, almost too much, but Goddess it felt good to have them both inside of her like this. It felt right.
“That’s it, Witchling,” Alastair encouraged her, moving his hips in a perfect opposing rhythm to Jasper’s, pulling his cock out just as Jasper entered her. “You’re doing such a good job, taking both of us.”
Fey cried out again, putting her hands on Alastair’s chest to rise even further.
“You look so fucking good right now,” Alastair panted, his hands on her hips, driving himself into her again and again, his tempo increasing.
