Epilogue

Ten weeks later

Zazie

Fuck, these gems felt good.

With a soft sigh, I reclined backwards in the decadent copper tub as the stones brushed against my bare flesh. Each stone, from lustrous opals to the deep blues of glimmering sapphires, shimmered under the soft candlelight. The gems brushed against my skin, cool and surprisingly soothing, sending ripples of serene pleasure through my body.

It was fucking mesmerizing. Damn, my nips were rock hard. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my clit thrum to life, and then I settled into the tub a bit deeper.

It had been a whirlwind few weeks since my father had been killed and for the first time in a long time, things felt normal.

At least as normal as a djinn mated to two dragon shifters could possibly get anyway.

Zach was alright. His cancer had mysteriously disappeared. The gems had cured him entirely, and he was more himself than he had been in a very long time. Honestly, with him okay and Seraphus dead, life couldn’t get any more perfect.

At least, that would be the case if my mates would fucking fuck me already. Now that I was pregnant, they’d been treating me with kid gloves.

It was infuriating.

It wasn’t all bad though. I was going to have a son.

I smiled, my hand resting gently on my slightly swollen belly. The life within stirred, a soft flutter that felt like the delicate wings of a butterfly. This tiny being, my son, was already so loved, so wanted. I couldn’t wait to meet him, but that wouldn’t be for some time yet, and right now, I wanted to fucking climb the walls I was so needy and aroused.

If they didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to take matters into my own hands, and I didn’t know if my fingers could handle the type of need pulsing through me.

I glanced at the door.

Where the hell were they?

My eyes fell back on the gems. Such pretty things. I wrapped my fingers around one and lifted it so that it was level with my gaze. It was a small, glittering ruby, no bigger than my thumb, and the moment my fingers closed around it, a delicious shiver raced up my spine.

I groaned, arching my back, and slid down in the tub a bit more, enveloping myself in the stones.

I brought the gem closer, brushing it along my lips and down my throat, letting the sensation ripple through my body.

Mhhhmmm, that was nice.

The stones felt like a lover’s touch, and it had been too long.

I closed my eyes, letting the ruby run down my breasts, over my sensitive nipples, and then further south, until it brushed along my belly and between my legs.

A shudder went through me.

Fuck yes.

I rubbed the gem along my swollen folds, moaning with delight. Fiery tendrils of pleasure raced to my core and squeezed tight. My toes curled and my fingers tightened around the stone.

Oh gods, I was about to come already, and I had barely started.

I moaned and arched my back, the pleasure rising, building to a fevered pitch. My free hand found my clit and started to rub.

“What are you doing, naughty girl?”

Murtagh’s voice rang out, and I started, opening my eyes in a flash to see him standing beside the doorway with a single eyebrow raised. His jade green eyes were dangerously dark. Beside him, Caspian had an equally firm, but mischievous look on his face, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

I had the distinct feeling that I was suddenly in very deep trouble with both of my mates.

The best kind of trouble.

The kind of trouble that might get me spanked but would undoubtedly get me fucked really hard.

I sat up a bit more, a teasing smile curving across my lips.

I held up the gem, rubbing it between my fingertips. It was still slick with my own arousal.

“Nothing,” I smirked.

“Tsk, tsk, little mouse. Who gave you permission to touch that pretty pink pussy?” Caspian murmured, and I shivered even harder.

Murtagh crossed the room in an instant and knelt down beside the tub, taking the gem from me.

His hand brushed along the underside of my breast, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My breasts were so much more sensitive than they had ever been in my life, and when he did it again, I couldn’t silence the gasp that escaped my lips.

His mouth quirked into a sly grin.

Murtagh looked at the gem, and then to my utter surprise, his tongue snaked out, licking the ruby clean of my wetness, and I blushed hard.

I didn’t know how he managed it, but he could still make me blush no matter how many times he saw me naked. My shoulders curled inward as his gaze leveled with mine.

“Such a naughty pussy. It’s a shame I’m going to have to spank it bright pink,” Murtagh said darkly, and I sat up straight, a sudden volley of nerves sparking deep in my belly.

I opened my mouth, a protest forming on my lips, but then his hand came down, striking the top of my thigh with a resounding slap, and I squealed, the sting catching me by surprise.

Without warning, Murtagh’s arms sunk into the gems, and he lifted me from the bath.

I let out a yelp as I was tossed over his shoulder and marched from the room.

Murtagh was so damn strong. I knew that, but every time he reminded me, it sent a thrill down my spine. He tossed me on the bed, and suddenly, with supernatural speed, Caspian was on me. He threw me around like I was nothing more than a sack of feathers, and before I knew what was happening, I was over his knee.

Face up.

Using his legs, he spread my thighs wide apart, putting my pussy on salacious display. I shrieked and tried to fight him off, but he was too strong.

Both of my mates were strong, which meant that they could handle me in whatever way they saw fit. But that also meant that I wasn’t able to break free either.

My clit pulsed at that knowledge.

Murtagh leaned over me, and then his hand was against my pussy, warm and soft and so threatening that a shiver of fear raced down my spine. My inner walls clenched down hard, and my face heated as my arousal seeped onto his palm.

“Naughty little girls who touch themselves without permission get their pretty pussies spanked bright pink before their fucking,” Murtagh stated darkly, and my thighs tensed, trying to come together, but with the way Caspian had me pinned, it was useless.

My poor pussy was defenseless and about to get spanked.

Murtagh struck hard and fast with the flats of his fingers, making me scream. I could feel the blood rushing to the surface of my skin as his palm came down once, twice, and then again. I cried out and kicked my legs, trying desperately to escape.

But my mates were having none of it.

They kept me pinned as Murtagh spanked my naughty pussy.

Every swat stung, burning hot, like a fucking stinging inferno, but then, as his palm struck down again, the burn morphed into something else entirely.

Pleasure.

Undeniable, utter pleasure.

The harder Murtagh spanked me, the harder my clit seemed to throb, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. Before I could stop myself, my hips bucked, and a fissure of pleasure surged straight from my clit to my core. My abs clenched, and I sucked in a breath, trying to keep control while knowing that I was inevitably going to lose it.

That was how it was with my mates.

A hard slap caught my pussy just right, and a fierce lightning bolt of desire swept over me just as Caspian took my right nipple in between his fingertips and pinched down hard.

I gasped, my whole body clenching tight. My clit thrummed with pleasure, and I cried out, writhing helplessly beneath them. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I came. Hard.

A strangled moan escaped my lips, and a rush of wetness flooded the tops of my thighs. My entire body started undulating, riding the waves of pleasure until my head was up in the clouds, and then I was falling straight down into the blinding abyss of orgasm. I enjoyed every bit of that climax.

It had been so long. I’d needed that.

Murtagh stopped spanking me.

The room was silent, save for the sound of my own panting breath and the roaring of blood in my ears.

“Well, well, well. Look at what we have here,” Murtagh chuckled.

My eyes flew open, and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through me.

“Did you just come from getting your pussy spanked, little mouse?” Caspian drawled, and my face heated so hot that it basically caught flame.

My arousal compounded in on itself.

“I… I…” I began, but there were no words for what just happened. In fact, I had never felt littler and naughtier than I did right then.

I couldn’t believe that had just happened.

Caspian ran his fingers through my hair, and then his hand slipped down to my pussy. I whimpered, the heat in his featherlight touch already so intense.

My hips bucked, and another cry escaped me as Caspian ran his finger along my wet slit.

“Such a bad girl. You didn’t ask for permission to come either. You’re just in a world of trouble today,” Caspian murmured, and I couldn’t help myself as I bucked underneath his touch. My pussy still burned, and his touch only seemed to make it blaze hotter, but that just seemed to add to my already out of control desire.

Caspian dipped his fingers into my slick channel, and I whimpered, writhing and struggling.

He withdrew his hand, and then his palm was coming down on my pussy, hard and fast and far stingier than Murtagh’s.

I cried out, but then his hand was in my hair, wrenching my head back, and Murtagh’s hands were on my breasts, squeezing and toying with my sensitive buds and driving me absolutely crazy.

Each stinging slap was almost more than I could bear. I knew he wasn’t hitting me as hard as he could, but it was hard enough to sting, and before I knew what was happening, the pain overwhelmed me.

There was nothing besides my pussy, and my men’s hands on my body.

Murtagh pinched both of my nipples hard enough to make stars dance behind my eyelids.

Caspian spanked my pussy until I was on the cusp of orgasm again, and then I started to beg.

“Please. I need to come,” I pleaded.

He spanked my pussy harder. My broken pleas echoed around me, and then all of a sudden, his fingers were on top of my clit, and he was rubbing me so firmly that I had no choice but to slip over the edge.

“Come for me, little mouse,” Caspian demanded.

And I did.

My vision blurred, and for a split second, I was sure that I had died and was going to heaven. My orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, and I came so hard that I thought I was going to blackout. Even so, my world stuttered on its edge, and I cried out, my moans turning into desperate screams as one wave after another dragged me out with the tide.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I collapsed against the bed.

I was vaguely aware of being moved, but before I could open my eyes, my mates were on top of me.

Murtagh spread my legs apart and pressed the head of his cock against my swollen, aching slit. I didn’t even know when he’d freed his cock, I just knew when it drove inside me like a goddamn irresistible spear of pain and pleasure.

He was so damn big.

So hard.

The moment he entered me, I could feel my pussy stretching around him. It burned red hot, and I struggled through the pain for several long moments before it finally faded. He bottomed out inside of me, and his balls slapped my freshly spanked pussy. I whined, my thighs tensing all around him.

The sensation of being filled, of being stretched, of being taken, was everything I needed.

But it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I needed both my mates.

I opened my eyes, looking up at Caspian and seeing his dark, hungry gaze staring back at me.

My heart swelled and I licked my lips, unable to say what I wanted to say, but knowing he understood all the same. Murtagh’s arms wrapped around me, and he pushed his cock deep inside me as he turned me onto my side.

Caspian moved behind me, and my asshole clenched.

It was going to be very hard to take him when I was already full of Murtagh’s cock.

But that wasn’t going to stop him.

I gasped and my back arched as his fingers pressed against my asshole, smearing my own wetness against my puckered hole. His finger slid into my ass, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. It hurt because I was already so full, and I bit my lip.

His cock would hurt so much more.

Caspian slowly worked one finger all the way inside me before he added a second. The stretching burn was more than I could bear, and I cried out.

Murtagh started to fuck me, slow and steady and just enough to drive me crazy and take my mind off the deep pain in my asshole.

Caspian didn’t stop though.

He worked my ass, stretching me further and further and further, and when I was about to beg for him to stop, the pain almost too much to bear, his fingers left me.

The sound of a bottle of lube being squeezed echoed behind me, and then the head of his cock was against my very reluctant hole.

I never took a cock in my ass gracefully.

I probably never would.

Caspian pushed, and the pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I screamed and clawed at the bed, struggling to get away, but Murtagh was having none of it.

He held me firmly in place, fucking me harder and harder until Caspian had worked the head of his cock inside of me, and I whined as the pain of being so full bored down on me like a blazing wildfire.

Caspian drove his cock into me slowly, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside me. My body panicked, clenching around him, and forcing the pain to escalate even further. He didn’t move, and neither did Murtagh, both of them allowing my body to finally come to terms with the fact that there were two very big cocks inside of me at the same time.

Then, when the pain finally relented and my cries quieted, they started to fuck me.

One thrusted forward while the other retreated, and back again, and back again, and back again.

Over and over and over again.

Moving together in perfect harmony.

They fucked me until I couldn’t think straight, until the pain faded entirely and gave way to the most intense pleasure I had ever felt in my life.

Their cocks filled me so perfectly, and soon, the only thing I could feel was their pounding rhythm.

Fuck. I’d needed this. I’d needed this so badly.

Then, inevitably, my pleasure started to rise again.

I whimpered and writhed, but there was nothing I could do as they continued to fuck me.

Continued to ravage me until I saw stars.

When I finally broke, my third orgasm was the most intense yet. I was vaguely aware of my screams as the world fell away.

My need surged through every fiber of my being, spiraling upwards straight into the sky.

All the air left my lungs, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

Stars danced before my vision, and I shuddered violently as a surge of wetness rushed out of my pussy. I couldn’t breathe, and my throat was raw, and then I was gasping for breath.

My mates just continued to fuck me harder.

Which meant that I came just as hard, again and again until I didn’t know up from down, left from right, anything at all.

I was theirs, completely and utterly.

My heart pounded in my chest. My blood surged through my veins. My vision tinted black at the edges, and I knew I was close to blacking out.

“Come one last time, little one,” Murtagh ordered.

“Let us hear you scream,” Caspian instructed, and my whole world went white.

I obeyed. I screamed as I came because my whole world had splintered into two, pain and pleasure taking me by storm. There was nothing for me to do but hold on for dear life.

Exquisitely painful ecstasy poured over me, one wave after another, until my world went out of focus.

Then, everything went quiet, and my mates were filling me with their seed, one cock after the other, and their groans echoed around me.

With their hot come and their hard cocks still inside of me, my eyes fluttered closed, and I passed out with my last thoughts being how lucky I was.

Life may not have turned out how I’d expected, but it couldn’t be any more perfect.

I wouldn’t change a thing.