Chapter 288: You’re Gripping Me So Tight

"It was a long winter."

Kaelen laughed so hard that he nearly fell off the mattress.

Morgana’s own laughter was shaky, but it eased something tight in her chest. She sat up. Her thighs were wobbly, and her whole body hummed with aftershocks. Kaelen lay back against the pillows with his hands folded behind his head, grinning at the ceiling, and held out one arm.

"Come here, little ward."

She crawled to him.

"Like this," he said, and guided her over his hips. She straddled him, facing him, her knees on either side of his ribs. His cock stood hard between them, thick and flushed and shining. He put both hands on her waist. "Slowly. Let me feel you."

She reached down, took him in her hand, and sank onto him.

They both groaned.

He was deep. He was so deep, this way, and she felt him fill her to the root, stretching her, pulsing inside her. Her breasts hung just above his mouth. She braced her hands on his chest and drew a trembling breath.

"Good?" he asked softly.

"So good."

"Stay there."

"I will."

"Good girl."

She felt the bed dip behind her.

Draeven’s hands settled on her hips, hot and steady. She felt him kneel behind her, felt the heat of his body along her back, and then the warm slick glide of oil across her skin. She jumped.

"Easy," he murmured against her ear. "It’s only oil."

"I know."

"Breathe."

She took a deep noticeable breath.

His fingers were slow. They were warm, warmer than they should have been, and when they touched her, a gentle spreading heat bloomed outward from the contact, easing and softening. She gasped. It was not pain. It was a new, strange, blossoming pleasure.

"You’re heating it," she whispered.

"A little. Does it help?"

"Yes."

"Tell me if it’s too much."

"It’s not."

One finger pressed gently against her, circling, slick and warm and patient. She felt the tension in her body and tried to let it go. Kaelen’s hands stroked up and down her sides. His eyes were on hers, bright and steady, and he smiled.

"Look at me," he said. "Right here. Don’t think about anything else."

She looked at him.

"That’s it. Talk to me. Tell me what it feels like."

"Warm," she whispered. "Strange. Not bad."

"Good."

"I feel full already. With you."

"I know." His thumb stroked her hip. "I can feel you, too. You’re gripping me so tight. You’re doing so well."

Draeven’s finger slid inside her.

She gasped. It was a small, slick, careful pressure, and it stretched her gently as it went. She felt the heat of it, the slow unfolding, and she let out a shaky breath.

"All right?" Draeven asked.

"Yes."

"I’ll go slowly."

"I know you will."

He moved his finger in and out, shallow and deliberate, and she felt her body begin to open around it. The strangeness faded. The pleasure grew, a deep slow ache that mingled with the fullness of Kaelen inside her. She moaned, softly, and her head dropped.

"There," Kaelen murmured. "There she is. That’s it."

"More," she whispered.

"More?"

"Another. Please."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes."

Draeven added a second finger, and she gasped, and her body tensed. He stopped at once.

"Wait," she said. "Wait. A moment."

He went still.

Every motion halted, instantly. His hand stayed motionless on her hip. His fingers rested inside her without moving. Behind her, she felt him breathing, slow and controlled, waiting. Beneath her, Kaelen’s hands stroked her sides.

"I’m here," Kaelen said. "I’ve got you. Breathe."

She took a deep breath.

It took a few moments. She felt the burn ease, the stretch settle, and her body adjust around the fullness. She drew a long breath, and let it out, and nodded.

"All right," she said. "Go on."

"You’re certain?"

"Yes."

He moved again, gentle and slow. She felt the stretch deepen, and the heat spread, and the pleasure begin to build in strange new places. She rocked her hips, helplessly, and heard Kaelen groan.

"Fuck," he said. "Do that again."

She did.

She rolled her hips against both of them, a slow rocking motion, and the sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. Kaelen’s cock shifted inside her. Draeven’s fingers moved in tandem. The two sensations met and doubled, and a tight sweet pressure began to coil low in her belly.

"I think I’m ready," she said, trembling.

"Say it again."

"I’m ready." She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. "Draeven. Please."

He took his fingers away.

She felt the loss, and then the heavy heat of him behind her, the blunt head of his cock slick with oil. He pressed against her, and she tensed, and he stopped.

"Look at me," Kaelen said.

She looked at him.

"Eyes here. Breathe in."

She breathed in.

"Out."

She breathed out, and Draeven pushed.

It was slow. It was so slow. She felt the head of him breach her, thick and hot and slick, a stretch that burned and ached and then melted into something else. She gasped. Her fingers dug into Kaelen’s chest. A tear slid down her cheek, not from pain but from the sheer overwhelming fullness.

"Wait," she whispered.

Draeven froze.

"Is it too much?" His voice was agonized. "Morgana. Tell me. I’ll pull out."

"No. No, it’s..." She shook her head. "Just wait. Let me...."

"I’m here."

"I know."

"Take all the time you need."

She breathed.

Kaelen stroked her face. His thumb wiped away the tear. His eyes were soft, and so gentle that it hurt.

"You’re so brave," he said. "So brave. You’re doing it, little witch. You’re taking him. Look at you."

"It’s...a lot."

"I know."

"It’s good."

"I know it is."

She laughed, shakily, and the laugh loosened something. She felt her body relax around Draeven, felt the stretch ease into something warm and heavy and right. She drew another breath.

"Go on," she said.

He pushed deeper.

An inch. Another. She felt every one, felt him slide into her inch by inch, felt the ache and the fullness and the extraordinary sense of being held and filled from both sides. He stopped when his hips met her. She was shaking.

"All the way?" Kaelen whispered.

"All the way," said Draeven, strained.

"Gods."