#undercat

“He has been very good,” Gil-galad rumbled, lazily rolling his hips so his cock rubbed against her pearl.

Elrond, bound and gagged before them, whimpered pathetically. His cock bounced against his stomach as he writhed, eyes wild and flashing a thousand different colors in his desperation.

Celebrían hummed. “If only he could be still,” she chided. “Then perhaps I might let you mount him the way he so clearly desires.”

“And you, my queen?” Gil-galad asked.

She stroked him, grinding his cockhead against her pearl deliciously. “I would watch,” she said breathily, “and enjoy the view. And when you are done, I would take my fill, and ride his mouth while you lick your seed out of his tight, pink hole.”

Gil-galad moaned, and kissed her, his cock slipping in her juices. She almost thought to let him inside her—but no, not today. She was still sore from the night before, when they had each taken their turn fucking her cunt and her mouth, and it had been she who was tied up and at their mercy.

(Tomorrow, it would be Gil’s turn. She knew already that Elrond had some wonderful plans for their king.)

Elrond whined, drool dribbling from beneath the gag and onto his chin. Celebrían laughed, and reached over to loosen it, freeing his sinful mouth.

“Please, please,” Elrond begged, his voice low and wrecked. He was so hard, and with each plea his cock throbbed. “My king, my queen, please, let me serve you...!”

“He begs so beautifully,” Gil-galad sighed. “Shall we indulge him?”

“Roll over, Elrond,” Celebrían instructed, and watched gleefully as Elrond submitted to her command instantly. He gasped and moaned, lifting his ass into the air without even being asked, offering himself for the taking.

Celebrían and Gil-galad kissed one more time behind his back, sure to make the sounds of their mouths and tongues meeting as obscenely wet as possible. Then Gil-galad gave Elrond’s rear a light slap, drawing a breathy scream from their herald that was so exquisite that Celebrían just had to sink a finger into herself.

She watched with delight as Gil-galad set to work opening Elrond up with his fingers and tongue. Elrond cried out pleas for mercy all the while: Please, please, my king, please; take me, use me, ruin me; now, Gil, please, please, please...

“Do it,” Celebrían ordered hoarsely when she could take it no longer. She’d already wrung one climax out of herself just watching, and had four fingers buried in her dripping cunt as she chased the second. Ai, they were so beautiful together!

“He’s not quite ready,” Gil said with a frown.

“Please,” Elrond sobbed. “I’ll do anything, please, just fuck me—!”

“You heard him,” Celebrían said. “Do it!”

Gil-galad groaned, and lifted himself up so he could fuck into Elrond with one long thrust. Celebrían watched greedily as her king’s girth shoved its way into Elrond’s tight hole: he truly wasn’t quite stretched enough, but the howl Elrond let out as his king breached him was one of soul-deep relief, not of pain.

Within seconds Elrond had spilled, and Celebrían followed. Gil-galad pounded into his herald with rapture, drinking in Elrond’s cries as if they only gave him more strength. Elrond continued to beg for more, even when he had all but collapsed into his own mess on the bed; and Gil-galad gave it to him, until he had no more to give, and spent deep within Elrond’s body.

Celebrían gave them a few moments to recover before she crawled over to join them. “Elrond, my sweet,” she murmured. “It’s time to serve your queen.”

Gil-galad groaned and withdrew from Elrond, allowing him to roll over onto his back and offer up his mouth for Celebrían’s use. Sighing, she settled over him, shivering as she felt his tongue delving into her cunt and swirling around her pearl.

She smiled down to Gil-galad as their king spread apart Elrond’s legs and set about licking him clean. Elrond twitched and moaned as their king’s tongue probed his hole, and each tremor sent a shock of pleasure through Celebrían’s spine.

Elrond’s cock was fully hard again when Celebrían’s climax overtook her again, drenching his face. She shrugged herself off him, cradling him and whispering soft praises as Gil-galad licked and nipped at Elrond’s length until he spilled once more.