Page 32 of A Taste for the Peculiar

In response, Avirin drops her hand between her legs, sliding the V of her fingers against her clit and Cascade’s cock.

Cascade groans as their naked bodies mold together. Avirin’s touch is hesitant, but Cascade’s praise emboldens her to explore. “I love when you touch me,” she breathes. “When your hands ask for more.”

The knot in Avirin’s stomach cinches tighter. She runs her fingers up Cascade’s neck and skims a thin branch that extends from her head. When Avirin reaches the leaves, she takes one gently in hand, teasing the tips and rubbing the soft leaf between her fingers.

Cascade laughs when her hips stutter. Her tongue lowers to Avirin’s nipple, and the pebbled feeling makes Avirin arch, chest heaving when Cascade licks and sucks.

There’s a crackling sound from Lord Riften’s back, but Avirin can’t be sure what it is. She can hardly hear it over the feeling of everything else, of Lord Riften cupping her breast while Cascade’s warm mouth closes over her nipple.

“Someone enjoys watching you, Avirin.” Cascade smirks. She rests her head on Avirin’s chest, holding Lord Riften’s gaze while she grazes her teeth against Avirin’s breast. “Perhaps I should be jealous…but then, you’re my wife, aren’t you?” With a dark chuckle, Cascade rolls deeper, making Avirin moan. “I’m the one inside you. Kissing you. Fucking you. Getting every part of you.”

Sensuously, she outlines Avirin’s full curves before she fucks into her again. Avirin’s ass rolls back between Lord Riften’s legs, and he tightens his grip on her.

Cascade drags her mouth to Avirin’s ear, teasing with teeth and tongue before she whispers, “Should we let them watch me feed you, too?”

Avirin’s face lights up.

Cascade grins and guides their mouths together. “Pye will stop you when it’s too much.”

Pye makes a strangled sound, but Cascade’s lips part against Avirin’s, slick and swollen when Avirin inhales. Blue smoke flows between them. Cascade presses closer, turning the feeding into a sordid kiss, her essence coiling around both their tongues. She tastes like spices and earth, star anise and burning leaves. Avirin swallows more, and Cascade makes a hot sound in the back of her throat. When their hips grind together, the smoke between them glows brighter.

That spurs Avirin on. Her hands travel down Cascade’s body to grip her hips, to urge her deeper. This time, it’s Cascade who whines, her hip bones slapping against the backs of Avirin’s thighs as she fucks into her.

There’s a sound behind Avirin. She can hardly make it out until Pye’s hoarse voice draws close to her ear. “That’s enough, Lady Avirin.”

The trickle of smoke has become a stream, spilling out of Avirin’s mouth like she can’t swallow it all. She gulps and gulps, but there is always more to take.

Pye speaks again, but Avirin can’t hear him. It’s like he’s at the far end of a long hall, and she is too wrapped up in the taste of Cascade to listen. A part of her knows she’s taking too much, that she’s draining Cascade, but that part has been drowned under the deluge. Hot, pulsing need fills the room. Cascade’s sounds are muffled by Avirin’s mouth, her movements growing sloppy and weak as she fights to get closer to Avirin.

A touch settles on Avirin’s throat. It’s so featherlight that she might not have noticed it if it did not bring new life to her hunger. She doesn’t understand it, but she wants more of that touch. She wants that steady hand against her neck. She wants Pye to hold her like this.

The fingers tighten, applying soft pressure until her airway constricts. Avirin makes a strangled sound, and she stops inhaling. Cascade gasps like she’s surfacing from beneath water, and the smoke between them dissipates.

Cascade’s eyes are still glassy. The color has faded from her leaves, and her arms wobble, but that doesn’t stop her from burying her face into Avirin’s neck. Her hips find a steady pace again, and Avirin’s words jumble together at the sound of their skin meeting again and again.

Pye releases his hold on Avirin’s throat, but her head lolls back toward him. She can’t think straight. She knows only what she craves. “Choke me again.”

Pye’s cock twitches against her. “It’s too much for you.”

His voice is rough. He’s trying to be sensible, but she’s long past that. She grinds back in search of friction, rolling against his hard length and trying not to whine. “Please,” she gasps, “Pye —”

He looks at her like he’s been set ablaze. It takes a moment for her to realize why. Never has she called them by their given name. Never has she pulled back that final, thin curtain of propriety between them. She doesn’t know where it came from, but she loves the way it sounds. The way it feels. She wants to keep it in her mouth forever.

Pye’s hand tightens around her throat. “Say it again,” they beg, like she holds their entire world on her tongue. “Say my name like that.”

The desire in the room grows to a fever pitch. Avirin clutches the back of Cascade’s neck, her nails raking Pye’s thigh. “Pye —” Her breath dances across his jaw, and she feels like a siren drawing him closer. She wishes she could tempt him into taking more of her, all of her, until there is nothing left. When she licks her lips, her tongue brushes their mouth. They are so close that she could close the gap and finally, finally kiss them.

When Cascade thrusts, it rolls Avirin against Pye, the three of them moving toward the same crescendo. Pye’s fingers press to the pulse in Avirin’s neck. Her blood slows. Her head swims. Her mind is carried away with pleasure, but the look in Pye’s eyes pulls her back.

She has never seen a look like that. She can’t decipher it. Gentle. Agonizing. All-encompassing, all at once.

She doesn’t know what it means, but it sends her crashing over the edge.

When Avirin comes, it sends Cascade toppling, the dominoes of one release knocking into the other. Cascade ruts completely into Avirin, turning her vision white with pleasure. Behind Pye, there’s the crackling sound again, and something tears in two.

Avirin wonders if her fervor has broken the bed clean in half.

Whatever it is, Cascade couldn’t care less. She nuzzles Avirin’s chest and presses lingering kisses to her skin. Avirin traces soft lines down the length of Cascade’s back, and Cascade mewls happily. The grain of Cascade’s wood meets Avirin’s fingers, a soothing texture that draws her hand again and again. When she reaches Cascade’s hips, the dryad bottoms out, stirring a gasp from Avirin as Cascade rocks through the final strains of their release.