[Bren cried out again as Essek's cock found his prostate, at the stimulation and pressure against that sensitive spot. It felt like there was not a single centimeter of him that Essek or his double were not filling ., and he could feel his body react, as if wanting to come despite the ring, hole clenching, squeezing tightly as if he could draw both those pricks deeper inside himself.
He whimpered a softer sound to Essek's lips, all plea, begging for release even if he couldn't find the words anymore. No, words were well beyond him. All he knew was the primal, desperate rhythm of moving between the two drow, the perfectly synched dance of being taken, being wrecked by two versions of his mate at once.
A startled gasp at the sharp feeling of teeth. Primal indeed, pure instinct in what was clearly a claiming bite. He was distracted enough that he almost missed Essek freeing his poor neglected arousal from the ring that had kept him on that edge for so long now. His lips parted, but no sound managed to escape this time as he came.
His orgasm crashed over him like an earthquake that shook out from his very center. His vision whited out and for a moment Bren lost all connection with the world save for the two men holding him to earth. He came hard, spilling himself in rope after rope across his own stomach, the leather bands strapping his chest, against Essek's in turn, making a damned mess of the both of them.]
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He whimpered a softer sound to Essek's lips, all plea, begging for release even if he couldn't find the words anymore. No, words were well beyond him. All he knew was the primal, desperate rhythm of moving between the two drow, the perfectly synched dance of being taken, being wrecked by two versions of his mate at once.
A startled gasp at the sharp feeling of teeth. Primal indeed, pure instinct in what was clearly a claiming bite. He was distracted enough that he almost missed Essek freeing his poor neglected arousal from the ring that had kept him on that edge for so long now. His lips parted, but no sound managed to escape this time as he came.
His orgasm crashed over him like an earthquake that shook out from his very center. His vision whited out and for a moment Bren lost all connection with the world save for the two men holding him to earth. He came hard, spilling himself in rope after rope across his own stomach, the leather bands strapping his chest, against Essek's in turn, making a damned mess of the both of them.]