Page 99 of Inextricably Tied

He presses against her — her back, her thighs, her stomach, enveloping her in shadows until there’s nowhere he can’t reach. The slightest motion drags her against him, teasing her nipples, the apex of her thighs, the seam of her ass —

But it’s his voice that destroys her.

“That’s it…” An undercurrent trembles through their connection, like Agony can feel what he does to her. Wrapped around her, delving inside, finding the filthiest desires of her body and sucking them to the surface like bruises.

“Shh,” he soothes, dragging his mouth along her throat. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Every nerve is stimulated, vibrating through her until Flint guides her chin up with his hands. She floats between the nebulous pleasure of Agony and the grounding touch of Flint, whimpering when he lowers his mouth to hers. Agony doesn’t remove his tendril, and Flint doesn’t ask him to, tracing his tongue against the bottom swell of Harbinger’s lip.

She groans at her mouth stretched over Agony, swollen where Flint sucks her lip between his, tracing his tongue over the place where Harbinger and Agony meet. It’s as filthy as if Flint had laved against where Agony grinds inside her cunt.

Flint knows what he’s doing. His eyes hang on Agony as he gives another slow swirl of his tongue. Agony shivers inside her, swelling deeper at the sensation, and then Flint pulls away.

Nearly distracting enough for Harbinger to escape, but Agony keeps a hold on her, muffling her scream.

“You like watching me fuck all her holes at once?” Agony’s grin grows wicked against Flint’s cock, close enough that Harbinger can almost taste it. “Sorry: your holes.”

Then Agony drags his tongue over Flint, making all of them moan as Agony swallows him deeper.

“Yes,” Flint grits as Harbinger whines around the tendrils. Frustration slams her hips back against Agony. He meets her, dragging against the spot deep inside when Agony pulls his mouth off of Flint’s cock.

“Fuck, just like that.” Tendrils wind tighter in her hair. “Don’t stop.” The tendril on her clit shifts until it suctions against her. Harbinger shudders at every unpredictable shift in Agony’s body. He keeps her close, planting his mouth against the sweat-slick line of her hair. “You’ve got it. Let go for me, baby.”

She whimpers around the tendril in her throat, legs trembling as heat coils in her stomach.

“You can do it.” Agony snaps his hips into her, suction honed on her clit. “You know how to do it. Let me feel it.”

Frenzied pressure trembles through her. Flint holds her chin in his hand, but he won’t come any closer. Won’t let her look away. “Good girls come for Daddy.” He drags his thumb along her cheek. “Come on, baby: you know what I want.”

Her orgasm tears through her, a scream wrenching from her mouth when Agony removes his tendril. She’s a mess of shudders in Flint’s hand while Agony holds her tight, murmuring against the back of her ear. “So good. So fucking good, baby, there you go…”

His moan is breathless, biting teeth into her shoulder as they wind down together. Luminous strands from Agony’s release stick to the inside of her thighs, lambent through the skin of her stomach. “You’re glowing,” he murmurs. A laugh shivers through all three of them.

She can’t keep herself upright, easing down to the sheets as Agony withdraws. She’s never been filled like that. Never been touched so much deeper than any person should be able to — any person besides the two of them.

Her eyelids sink, sleep finally tempted to find her. There’s a low rustle of words she can make out through the haze.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

There’s cheek in Agony’s tone, but it’s hesitant, an olive branch toward Flint. Harbinger clenches her body, holding her breath.

“It wasn’t so bad.” Flint’s agreement holds a waver of uncertainty, but there’s acceptance in it, the breath of relief he’s been holding. He loosened the wall around Harbinger, and she survived, because Agony was with her, covering her when Flint couldn’t. “Almost makes me want to trust you.”

She’s sure she heard Flint wrong. Certain he couldn’t have said that, but the silence that follows says she hasn’t mistaken a word. She wants to pry her eyes open. To see the look on Agony’s face, the look on Flint’s, but she can’t bear the thought of obstructing this.

Agony’s voice is so low, she almost loses it to the wind blowing against the cabin. “I want you to do more than trust me.”

Her fingers tighten against the pillow. Her lungs burn from lack of air.

“What do you want me to do?”

It’s not a simple question. Not with doubt tearing through Flint’s voice, under the fear he hasn’t set down for years. But Agony tries to take it. To shift the burden onto his shoulders, so it’s easier for Flint to carry. When Agony’s answer comes, it’s raw and terrifying and beautiful.

“I want you to fucking love me.”

Their emotions collide inside her. Crashing, shadows slipping against stone, filling in the cracks until Harbinger can’t find where they split. The whirlpool of Flint and Agony swirl inside her until all three of them are bound up together, impossible to untangle.

Her body is a vessel, a citadel, a temple for this. For the three of them. For what she wants to worship more than anything.