...She had fought the truth. It seemed like forever. But not this time. This time she must make them understand what she needed above all else. She could no longer remain blinded to her destiny.

The words. She felt them forming, hard, lacking the musical quality of her song.

“B-both.” The word came out guttural and sounded strange to her ears. She saw a look of confusion on their faces. She reached further, knowing they apparently needed more.

“N-need b-both.” She fought against the ties binding her to the bed. She didn’t feel the pain of the lacerations from the whip. Only the ache of longing sliced right through to her heart at this moment.

“I. Need.” She reached for more words. Their names. Another bubble released from Torrie’s outstretched hand. “Dario.” She saw a look of pain in the other’s eyes. “A-andras. B-both. N-need both.” The last word ended on a scream as she arched against the bond, the bed, screaming their names.

“Dario!”

“Andras!”

Over and over again. How did she make them understand?

Finally, she felt the bed shift and they were beside her. One to either side. They were naked and she felt the heat of their flesh. She heaved a sigh of relief. They had understood.

The ties were cut and her limbs were free. Dario knelt between her legs, he cupped her face and his lips nuzzled at her lips. She opened her mouth and the pleasure of his tongue curling around her own was pure ecstasy.

But there was more.

As Dario pulled her up into his arms, Andras knelt behind her and she felt two pairs of arms enclose her. Hands on her wings, petting and soothing, fierce, hot lips trailing the naked skin between her wings had her shuddering and fluttering, her song clear and bright as a crystal bell.

They were saying words, but she didn’t understand them, didn’t need them. Not right now. All she could do was feel. She wrapped a hand around Dario’s erection, so thick, so hot, like a dagger. She wanted it piercing her. She wanted him deep, as deep as he could go.

His mouth tasted her lips, her chin, hesitated over her eyelids, his breath fluttering against her flesh. His strong hands fitted at her narrow waist, fingers kneading her hips, her juices dripping from her channel. She felt his wings unfurl around her, brushing against her arms, shielding and protecting.

And she felt Andras behind her, his lips on her buttocks, sucking and nipping. His arms had circled around and his hands, slick with oil, kneaded her damp thighs. Then his hands were beneath her as he slid his fingers through her cream, coating them with her arousal. She felt his finger at her anus, sliding inside. Her breath caught at the exquisite sensation as he stretched her, preparing her with her juices. And his body oils. Their combined scents drove her deeper into the cloud of desire pressing all around her.

Dario lifted her up. His finger circled her hard bud again and again as Andras prepared her puckered hole. He would fuck her there and she wanted him to do it. Just as much as she wanted Dario to fill her vagina.

She saw a light ahead of her and she reached for it, running as fast as she could. They waited for her, only her. She was between them, a part of them, flying with them. Free.

Dario peeled her fingers from around his cock and she felt the broad tip pressing between her lips.

Yes! she wanted to scream. Now. Fill me now.