Chapter 289: The Bond

"Morgana," Draeven said. "Say something."

"I’m...." She laughed, a tiny wild gasp. "I’m full. I’m so full. I can feel you both. I can feel everything."

"Does it hurt?"

"No." She shook her head. "It doesn’t hurt. It’s...." She searched for a word. "It’s right."

A low sound broke out of Draeven’s chest.

Beneath her, Kaelen’s whole body shuddered. His eyes had gone bright and enormous.

"Move," Morgana said. "Please. Both of you. Move."

It began slowly.

Draeven drew back, an inch, and pushed in. Kaelen rocked up beneath her. They found a rhythm between them, a slow staggered counterpoint, one withdrawing as the other drove forward, so that she was never empty, never still. She felt them inside her, two hot hard lengths moving against each other through the thin wall of her body. The sensation was staggering.

"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, god...."

"That’s it," Kaelen groaned.

"Oh.....I can feel....you’re...."

"I know. I can feel him. He’s right there. He’s right against me." Kaelen’s voice cracked. "Gods, Draeven, I can feel you through her."

"I know," Draeven said. "I can feel you, too."

"This is the most...."

"Don’t talk."

"I’m not...."

"You are."

"I’m bonding."

Morgana laughed helplessly, and the laugh turned into a moan as they moved faster.

She braced her hands on Kaelen’s chest. Her breasts swayed with every thrust. Kaelen’s eyes dropped, and he reached up and took one in his hand, and then lifted his head and caught her nipple in his mouth. Draeven’s arm came around her from behind, and his palm covered her other breast.

Both of them. Both at once.

She cried out.

It was beyond anything. She was surrounded, she was filled, she was held by two men whose mouths and hands and bodies were all on her at the same time. Kaelen’s tongue lashed her nipple. Draeven’s thumb rolled the other. Their hips moved in a slow deep rolling rhythm that rocked her between them like a boat in a storm.

"You’re so tight," Draeven groaned, against her neck. "Gods, Morgana, you’re so....I can’t...."

"Don’t stop."

"I won’t."

"Harder," she begged. "Please. Harder."

They gave it to her.

The rhythm quickened. The bed began to creak. Draeven’s hips snapped against her ass with a hard wet slap, and Kaelen drove up into her from below, and the world narrowed to the sensation of being fucked from both sides, opened and owned and cherished all at once. She heard herself screaming. She could not stop. It poured out of her, a stream of wordless joy.

"There," Kaelen gasped. "Gods, look at her. Look at her face."

"I see it."

"She’s.....she’s so...."

"I know."

"I’m going to...."

"Not yet."

"I can’t hold....."

"You’ll hold," said Draeven. "For her."

"Fuck....."

The first wave hit her like a hammer.

She came with a sound she didn’t know she could make, a deep tearing cry that seemed to come from the roots of her body. She clenched around both of them, her pussy and her ass spasming in a double pulse that made them both swear in unison. Kaelen’s hands locked on her hips. Draeven’s forehead dropped against her shoulder. She felt them shudder, felt them fight to hold on, and she kept coming, kept coming, wave upon wave crashing through her.

And then the bond broke open.

She felt it with her whole body. A pulse went out from her chest like a bell struck in a cathedral, a deep gold ring of sound she could feel rather than hear. It rolled through the room. It rolled through the walls. It rolled into Draeven, who gasped, and into Kaelen, who cried out, and she felt them both answer.

Fire.

It rose behind her, vast and red and roaring, a sun at her back. INFERNUS, wrapped around her spine, his heat pouring into her bones, his purr a rumble in her blood.

Ice.

It rose beneath her, cold and bright and ringing, like a frozen river breaking in spring. GLACIUS, curled against her heart, his frost threading through her veins, his hunger softening to a long blue sigh.

She felt them both.

She felt them at once, two dragons in her chest, fire and ice, red and blue, wrapped around one another in a spiral that sang. She felt them recognize her. She felt them rejoice. And she felt, beneath them, faint and vast and waiting, a third presence, dark and quiet and patient, like a shadow at the edge of a lamp.

NOCTYS.

The room erupted.

The hearth, long cold, roared into flame. Every candle in the chamber blazed up tall and white. The windows frosted over in a single blinding sweep, and the glass sang, and the frost glittered, and a ring of light, half gold and half blue, spread across the ceiling like a rising sun. Wind moved through the room though no window was open. The bed trembled.

Kaelen roared.

He came with a shout that shook the walls, his back arching, his hands gripping her hips so hard that she felt his fingers bruise. She felt him pour into her, hot and endless, and the sensation drove her over the edge again. She screamed. Behind her, Draeven came with a harsh broken cry, her name torn from his chest, his arms locked around her in a vise. She felt him pulse deep inside her, felt the heat of his release, and she shattered a third time, a fourth, the pleasure so great it was almost agony.

The light flared one last time.

Then it faded, slowly, a long golden diminuendo, and the room went quiet.

She collapsed.

She fell forward onto Kaelen’s chest, boneless, her face against his neck. Draeven’s weight settled against her back. All three of them were shaking. All three of them were gasping. For a long time nobody spoke, and the only sound was the slow settling crackle of the hearth.

"Well," Kaelen said, hoarse. "That was....."

"Don’t," said Draeven.

"I was only going to say....."

"I know what you were going to say."

"It was remarkable."