My back is against Meira’s chest, and her hand has been wrapped around my cock for what feels like an eternity.
An hour. Maybe more. I’ve lost track of time somewhere between the desperate need building in my spine and the absolute refusal of my body to give me what I’m begging for.
Her fingers work me with mechanical precision. Fast, then slow, then fast again. Hard strokes that make my hips jerk involuntarily, followed by gentler ones that somehow make it worse.
The golden magic she pressed into my forehead earlier sits there like a dam. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release, but the spell won’t let me fall. Won’t let me cum no matter how badly I need to.
My breathing comes in ragged gasps. Sweat rolls down my temples, my chest, everywhere. I’m resting against her because my muscles gave up on holding me upright about twenty minutes ago.
Her lips brush against my ear. “Say it.”
I shake my head. The motion is weak, barely there, but it’s all I can manage.
“No.”
Her hand doesn’t stop. If anything, the pace increases. Her palm slides over my length with practiced ease, her grip firm enough to make me see stars but not quite enough to push me over the edge I can’t reach anyway.
“Say humans are disgusting creatures.” Her voice is a whisper, soft and dangerous. “Say elves are better than humans.”
The words hang in the air between us, and I feel my jaw tighten even through the haze of desperate arousal clouding my brain.
“Fuck off.”
Her teeth close around my earlobe immediately. Not gentle. Hard enough that pain shoots through the side of my head, sharp and immediate.
“How dare you swear at your master.”
I whimper. The sound escapes before I can stop it, pathetic and broken.
Movement on the bed draws my attention. Tisha is stretched out beside us, completely naked, her green eyes locked on where Meira’s hand is working me. Her own hand is between her legs, moving in slow circles as she watches.
“He’s holding out longer than I thought he would,” Tisha says, her voice breathless.
Meira’s mouth releases my ear. “He’s stubborn.”
“Clearly.”
Meira’s hand tightens around me, and I gasp. My hips buck upward involuntarily, chasing friction that won’t give me what I need.
“All you have to do is say it, Vincent.” Her voice is honey and venom. “Such simple words.”
I look to Tisha. My arm reaches out for her, desperate for more contact, for anything that might push me over the edge Meira won’t let me cross.
Tisha’s smile is warm when she catches my reaching hand. “Oh, he wants me?”
“Then come join us, love.” Meira’s voice carries that dangerous amusement, and her hand keeps working me without pause.
Tisha sits up, her green eyes traveling over my face. “What is it you want from me, Vincent?”
“Let me cum.” The words tear out of my throat, raw and pleading.
She closes the distance between us, her body pressing against mine from the front while Meira holds me from behind. Her arms wrap around me, and suddenly I’m trapped between these two stunning elves.
“That’s not up to me.” Her lips brush against mine, barely touching, and the sensation makes me whimper again.
Then she’s kissing me. Her mouth is hot and demanding, her tongue pushing past my lips. Meira’s mouth finds my neck at the same moment, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I’m drowning in sensation.
My body trembles. Every nerve ending is on fire, caught between the spell holding me back and the overwhelming need coursing through me. Tisha’s breasts press against my chest, soft and warm, and Meira’s hand hasn’t stopped moving on my cock.
I break the kiss to gasp for air, and Tisha’s mouth moves to my jaw, kissing along the line of it while Meira sucks hard on my neck. The sounds coming out of me are desperate, broken things that I can’t control.
“Please,” I manage between gasps.
“Give me what I wan’t,” Meira whispers against my skin.
Her hand speeds up, and I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. The pressure is unbearable, building and building with nowhere to go.
Tisha pulls back slightly, her green eyes studying my face. There’s concern there now, mixing with the arousal.
“Meira, maybe we should…”
“No.” Meira’s voice is firm. “He knows what he needs to do.”
Tisha shifts, and suddenly her legs are spreading around me. She looks up at Meira, her green eyes bright with desire and concern warring behind them.
“Well, let me at least help him realize his place.”
Meira goes still for a moment. I feel her chest rise and fall against my back as she considers. Her hand slows on my cock, though it doesn’t stop completely.
“Fine.”
Meira’s grip shifts. She angles me toward Tisha, guiding my length toward her entrance with deliberate precision. The head presses against Tisha’s wetness, and then Meira’s hand pushes me forward.
I groan as I slide inside her. The heat and tightness is overwhelming after the hour of denial, and my hips start moving on their own. I can’t stop them. My body takes over, desperate for friction, for release, for anything that might finally break through the golden dam in my head.
“There we go,” Tisha breathes, her arms tightening around me.
Meira’s lips find my ear again. “How about this.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Just say elves are better. That should be enough.”
“Never.”
The word comes out as a gasp, but I mean it. The refusal is the only thing I have left that’s mine. My body belongs to them, my time, my future, but my thoughts are still my own.
Meira’s fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back sharply. “Stubborn little thing.”
I keep moving inside Tisha, my rhythm becoming more desperate. Realistically I don’t have much longer. My body can’t take this much more. The pressure is building to a breaking point, spell or no spell. I’m going to shatter soon, one way or another.
Tisha moans beneath me, her internal muscles clenching around my length. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and the sensation makes white spots burst behind my eyelids.
“He feels so good,” Tisha gasps, looking up at Meira.
Meira’s head turns toward Tisha, her silver eyes softening.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
The words hit me harder than they should. My hips keep moving, driven by desperate need, and the answer tears itself from my throat before I can think about it.
“Yes.”
Meira’s lips find my neck again, pressing a kiss against the sweat-slicked skin. Her breath is warm when she speaks.
“At least you can admit that much.”
Tisha’s eyes lock onto Meira’s face, and the expression there is so raw and open it makes my chest ache. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” Meira’s voice melts into pure affection, and the hand that’s been torturing me for the past hour gentles slightly.
I watch them look at each other like that, and the ache in my chest spreads. My body keeps moving, caught in the rhythm of desperation, but my mind is somewhere else entirely. Wishing I had what they have. Wishing someone looked at me the way they look at each other. Wishing I mattered to someone like they matter to each other.
Like I thought I had with Amalina.
My muscles start trembling, the exhaustion mixing with the overwhelming need until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. I’m writhing between them now, my control completely gone. Tisha’s body moves beneath mine, meeting my desperate thrusts, and her breathing changes.
“Meira, I’m…” Her words cut off into a broken scream as she climaxes, her whole body going rigid beneath me. The sensation of her tightening around my cock is exquisite torture, pushing me even closer to the edge I can’t cross.
Meira’s lips brush my ear, and her voice is silk and steel.
“Just say it and you can join her, Vincent.”
A moan rips from my throat, desperate and defeated. My hips keep moving even though Tisha is still shaking through her orgasm, and tears are definitely pricking at my eyes now.
My mind is fracturing. The pressure, the denial, the exhaustion, everything collides in my skull until I can’t think straight anymore.
Fine. I’ll say it. I’ll give her what she wants because I can’t take this anymore. My body is screaming, my muscles are failing, and if I don’t get release soon I’m going to actually die.
“Three simple words. That’s all I’m asking for.” Meira’s hand moves to my chest, her fingers spreading wide over my racing heart.
The words form in my head. Clear and simple.
Elves are better.
I open my mouth.
“I love you.”
The words fall out of me. My hips keep moving inside Tisha, chasing the release that’s been denied for so long, and my brain is too scrambled to process anything beyond the desperate need.
Meira goes completely rigid behind me.
The golden light vanishes.
The dam breaks.
My orgasm hits me like a freight truck. Every muscle in my body locks up as I empty myself inside Tisha with a force that feels like it might actually tear me apart. The pleasure is so intense it crosses into pain, white-hot and overwhelming, and I’m making sounds I don’t recognize. Desperate noises that rip from my throat as wave after wave crashes through me.
I can’t see. Can’t think. Can’t do anything except feel the release pouring out of me, on and on until I’m convinced there’s nothing left inside me to give.
My vision slowly comes back, the white spots fading to reveal Tisha’s face beneath me. Her green eyes are wide, shocked, and her chest is heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
I collapse on top of her, my entire body shaking. Every nerve ending feels raw, oversensitive, like someone took sandpaper to my soul.
“What did you say, Vincent?”
Meira’s voice cuts through the haze in my head. There’s a quality to it I’ve never heard before. Uncertainty. Genuine shock.
I’m still trying to remember how to breathe. My lungs burn, my heart hammers against my ribs, and my brain is struggling to come back online after whatever just happened.
“I said...” I gasp, the words coming out between ragged breaths. “I said elves are better.”
Silence follows.
“That is certainly not what you said.” Meira replies.
“What?”
My brain stutters. I replay the last few moments, trying to piece together what actually came out of my mouth versus what I meant to say.
‘I love you.’
Oh god.
“Wait, wait, wait.” My brain is still scrambled, trying to piece itself back together. “I got confused!”
I turn my head to look at Meira. Her silver eyes are wide.
“I didn’t mean it,” I rush to explain. “I meant to say the elves are better thing.”
Tisha’s body shakes beneath me. The trembling turns into laughter, warm and genuine, echoing through the small room. She pushes herself up slightly, forcing me to shift my weight off her.
“It’s okay, Vincent.” Her grin is infectious, and her green eyes sparkle with amusement. “The first time I told Meira I loved her was after she edged me too.”
“I don’t love her.”
“I get it.” Tisha’s hand comes up, patting my shoulder with genuine sympathy. “Getting edged does crazy things to the brain.”
“It’s fine, Vincent.” Meira’s voice comes out quieter than usual, and she clears her throat. Then a smile spreads across her face, slow and satisfied. “I’m just happy you can admit elves are better.”
I let out a long sigh, my exhausted body sinking further against Tisha.
“Whatever.”