They sifted into the abandoned mansion they had claimed as their own. Straight to the master bedroom, dominated by a giant bed. Niamh wasn't looking around the room though. She wasn't looking at anything. Her eyes were closed as she reveled in the feelings the two men she was trapped between elicited. Mouths and hands seemed to be everywhere at once. All clothes were long gone, shredded in the rush and need of the moment. She wanted to feel skin. Sweat dripping down her body, the heat from another pouring over her skin. But the Princes were as cold as marble, their bodies just as firm, yet she still felt like she was on fire.
Both circled her, all human pretenses gone, moving with a preternatural grace no human could copy. Their eyes glowed iridescent as they moved over her lithe body. Tongues skated over her collarbones, nipping and sucking as they moved down her body. They both moved down to her breasts, each sucking a nipple into their mouth, each motion perfectly mirrored by the other.
Rath moved behind her and pinned her arms behind her back, fisting his hand in her hair and pulling her head back. He kissed her, claiming her mouth. Niamh had to open her mouth wide to avoid cutting herself on his teeth. Kiall was rolling her right nipple between his teeth when he suddenly bit down hard. Her scream was swallowed up by Rath. Kiall left her breast and continued down her body. He reached the apex of her thighs and buried his nose deep, inhaling. He didn't know how human women could smell so good. Her body was already wet and ready. He inserted two fingers as his tongue circled her clit.
Niamh didn't remember moving but suddenly they were on the bed, both Princes kneeling above her. Their cocks were rock hard, protruding from their bodies and curving up towards their stomachs. They were beautiful. Niamh could understand why women wept blood at the sight of them. Skin, pale as marble with a hint of blue and purple when she looked out of the corner of her eye. Black tattoos roving over their bodies at will. The sharp angles of their faces were nearly identical, cheekbones that she felt would cut her hand if she pressed too hard.
"Stop." She said pressing her hand against Kiall's chest.
"We do not stop, human." He said, but he stayed still. His chest rising and falling beneath her hand
"I didn't mean to stop this, I meant to wait. I want one of you to fuck me and the other to hold me down."
"You are not in control. We decide what happens." Rath interjects.
Niamh let her power out in a jolt. The Princes arched their backs and threw their heads back moaning. "I am not some simple human woman who stumbled into your grasp. There are no tears of blood running down my face. You are both here with no glamour on and there is no babbling human lying before you. Curiosity drew me here. Now are we going to fuck? Or are you more interested in playing some useless power game?" She drew back her power and waited for their response. Slowly they straightened their heads and gazed down at her in unison. Who knew if any human had ever challenged the Princes? And lived, a voice in the back of her head whispered. What's life without a little risk, she answered back.
Rath spoke first. "I will hold you down while my brother fucks you. Then, my turn." His voice deepened at his last words. He moved to kneel at her head while his hands encircled her wrists and then pressed them into the mattress.
Cold iron hands felt like manacles on her wrists. Tentatively she tried to lift her hands but they were held fast. She couldn't budge.
Kiall didn't wait for her to test further. He flowed up her body and pulled her legs apart. His gaze captured hers as his body entered her. Cold fire entered her, freezing and burning at the same time as he moved in, inch by inch. Glittering eyes hung above her face as he fully sheathed himself in her body. She gasped as he reached the end of her. Time seemed to hang about them, frozen for a moment as neither moved. Then Kiall pulled out and slammed right back in as the moment shatter. Niamh's body tried to rise up as he moved within her, but Rath's hands firmly held her down.
Kiall found a rhythm sliding in and out of her. His body filled her completely. Every millisecond he was outside her body she wanted to scream in frustration. Begging him to come back. But before she could part her lips he was back inside her. His cock stretched her body, stroking that sweet spot deep inside her. Her body had been ready since the Princes had first appeared in front of her. Raw sex pulsed from the center of their being, affecting everything near them.
An orgasm was beginning to build inside her. Each stroke stoking the embers, building a fire and driving it higher and higher. Her body tightened, balancing on a pinpoint, waiting for that last push to send her down into oblivion, needing it. Kiall sensed the tension in her body and increased his pace, altering his angle slightly so that he found a way to reach even deeper inside her. He lowered his head down to her chest and drew her nipple into his mouth. Without warning he bit down, hard. That was all her body needed. Her back arched up off the bed as pleasure overwhelmed her, waves rolling out from the center of her body as he kept moving within her, prolonging the pleasure. Screams echoed off the walls as she fought to free her hands. She needed to touch. She needed to dig her nails into flesh. To kiss his mouth and bite down on his lower lip.
Just as she began to spiral back down, Kiall lost his rhythm and moved faster, and faster within her. No other Fae she had been with could match this speed. It was incredible. No wonder women were willingly to lose their minds for this. Just when she thought it was going to be too much, too much speed for even her to handle, he gave one last thrust and buried himself to the hilt inside her, body taunt above her as his seed spilled inside her.
Niamh was sent right back over the edge as another orgasm ripped through her. Her body clenched tight around Kiall's cock making him jerk above her. Pleasure made her back arch off the bed. Closing her eyes she let the feelings roll along her body, leaving her breathless and boneless. Floating along the edges of unconsciousness.
As she opened her eyes she felt a shift above her. A voice whispered in her ear. "My turn."
