I nod, and Ezryn guides us down to the seat. Dayton kneels before me, as Farron works on stripping the Summer Prince of his clothes.
“Are you ready for him, Baby Girl?” Ezryn pulls my knees apart, then slides a hand between my legs.
“Mmm,” I moan. “You took off your gloves.”
“I needed to feel you,” he says. His fingers roughly slide me open, playing across my skin. “You’re so wet. So willing to be filled.”
I whimper and squirm against his teasing. Then the breath goes out of me as I gaze up at Dayton, looking like an ancient carved god. He’s completely naked except for the flower crown on his head.
A longing mewl escapes me as I take him in, the rippling muscles on his chest, the thin trail of hair that dips between his sharp hip bones. And then his cock, throbbing, veins prominent and dripping with pre-cum.
“I did that to you already?” I smirk.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers.
Something melts inside, and a burst of love at the vulnerability of the words travels through my mind. I know it’s from Farron. He sits across from us, naked, legs spread and stroking his long cock.
“Why are you over there?” I ask.
“I get you every day. I’m going to enjoy the show. For now.”
“She’s ready for us.” Ezryn flips my frilly skirt up to give a full view to the Summer Prince. The Spring Prince stands and begins undoing the laces of his greaves. I watch with eager anticipation as he slides off his armor, revealing only the tight black underclothes.
With strong arms, Ezryn maneuvers me so I’m lying lengthwise on the flower bench, facing up. “Rosalina, are you ready to be pleasured by three fae at once?” he says as he takes a seat behind me and cradles my head in his lap.
I nod, whimpering with anticipation.
Dayton snatches my jaw. “Use your words, Blossom.”
“Yes, I’m yours. I’m all of yours.”
“Good.” Dayton kneels on the bench between my legs. Taking my ankles, he wraps them on either side of his waist, then enters me in a swift movement.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry out as he drives in deep, my inner walls clenching around his massive cock. My head bounces in Ez’s lap.
“Our cute girl certainly has a naughty mouth,” Dayton says. The pink light of the flower petals casts his hair a rose-gold.
“I could take this outfit off and I wouldn’t be so cute,” I glower.
He slams to the hilt. “You’ll always be cute. But don’t you dare take this off.” His hand slides between my legs to massage my clit.
The muscles in my core tighten and my heart pulses with anticipation.
“Don’t tell me you’re coming already, Rosalina.” Ezryn slips a hand beneath the lace of the brassiere and pinches a taunt nipple.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah?” Dayton circles his hips, showcasing how full I am of him. His nimble fingers touch me just the right way.
“Tell us what you like, Baby Girl,” Ezryn says, cupping my entire breast in his large hand.
“You, all of you,” I gasp as the sensation of it sends my body writhing in waves of delicious heat.
“Oh, Blossom,” Dayton groans, throwing his head back as my muscles clench around his cock. I’m so close to the edge.
“Beautiful,” Farron gasps, watching us with wide eyes. “All of you.”
Ezryn puts my head on the bench and reaches forward to grip Dayton around the back of the neck. “Don’t let her come yet.”
“Ez,” I whine. “Please, I—”
Dayton’s lips part, blond hair tangled around his face, then he smirks. “Aye, Daddy.”
Ezryn groans. “Why do you call me that—”
But I only giggle. “He doesn’t hate it as much as he pretends. I want to see how hard you are … Daddy.”
“Rosalina,” Ezryn says, a warning edge to his voice, and a strong hand grips my neck.
All I can do is moan in pleasure, completely and utterly theirs. Dayton stares down at us, then braces himself on the side of the petal and starts to move. Really move.
“Feel it, Rosalina,” Dayton growls. “Because I’m not anywhere close to finished.”
They continue to work me, my breath short gasps as the Spring Prince loosens and tightens his grip on my neck.
“Get on all fours,” Dayton suddenly commands, and I hasten to obey him. It puts me face to face with Ezryn’s lap, and the obvious bulge. “You see that?” Dayton says. “That looks to me like a sorely ignored cock for a waiting mouth.”