Eversong (Midnight Playground) by Eden Bradley Read Free Book Online

by bit these last months.
    “Ever?” Mercy’s voice, as soft as she was.
    “I am here.”
    “Will you come to us?” Deo asked.
    He could hear the desire in the young vampire’s tone, felt his cock harden simply knowing they wanted him.
    He crossed the room, shedding his clothes. Naked, he stood over them, watching them. Mercy licked her full lower lip and his balls pulled tight.
    “You are almost too lovely to bear,” he told them.
    It was true. Mercy’s body was petite but with lush curves, her hips and breasts full. The ultimate in femininity. Her strawberry hair lay in long waves on the pillows, a lock draped over Deo’s arm around her narrow waist. Even the line of her back was exquisite as she lay in Deo’s arms. And her face…the delicate jaw, the plush pink mouth almost pornographic in her innocent face. Her eyes the lightest, glossy blue…
    “Ever?” she asked again.
    “I am only admiring you, little beauty,” he answered. “In all my centuries, with all I’ve seen, I almost cannot believe you are real. You’re like a fairy. Like the Ljósálf, the light elves, I knew of in my youth.”
    “I’m real, Ever. Come to us. Find out how real I am. How real we can be together. Please.”
    “Ah…”
    He moved in, leaned over them, and Deo drew him down with a strong hand, until Ever lay between them on the bed. Mercy pressed against his chest, her breasts a symphony of silken flesh. Except for her hard nipples. His cock filled.
    Behind him, Deo was all sleek planes—muscle and flesh and a sprinkling of hair on his chest and belly. And below that, his cock pressing against him, thick and hard. Deo’s arm went around Ever, and Ever joined hands with him, their fingers lacing. Together, they stroked Mercy’s body, making her squirm, making her sigh with pleasure. He brushed her mouth with his, and her lips were so damn sweet, he could hardly stand it.
    Must be inside her.
    Mercy arched her hips, and he felt the hot press of her pussy against his cock. Her panting breath against his face.
    Now.
    “Open for me,” he commanded.
    Mercy slid one leg over his hips, and with one quick thrust, he was inside her.
    “Ah, you feel like heaven, little beauty. I am going to fuck you so hard.”
    “Yes, Ever,” she gasped, her hot sheath tightening around him.
    “And you will fuck me, Deo. Fuck my ass. Do it now.”
    Deo shifted, his thick cock pressing, searching, until it finally slid between his ass cheeks. Ever let his body still, opened for Deo, who slipped the head of his cock inside him. There was that momentary burn then Deo buried his cock deep.
    “Ah, perfect,” Ever muttered as pleasure shimmered through him.
    As Mercy lifted her chin, pressing her mouth hungrily to his, they all began to move. He arched his hips, surging into her hot sex. Deo drove his cock deeper into Ever’s ass. Pleasure was a fiery heat in his ass, his cock, his mouth. Mercy ground her hips into his, her sweet pussy like heated velvet, sleek and wet. Deo’s cock was ramming into him now, over and over. Sensation shafted into his body as Deo bit into the back of his neck.
    “Ah, yes,” Ever whispered as the images flooded his mind.
    Deo on a beach with two others, beautiful young men, like him. He could smell the ocean. Could smell the scent of male come. Could taste it in Deo’s mouth as one of the men pushed his cock between his lips. The other man had Deo on his hands and knees as he pushed into his ass. Everything merged—reality and memory—sensations coming from every direction.
    The image changed, and it was Deo with Mercy, the two of them fucking against an old plaster wall. The animal lust of the immortals making their fucking a primal thing as pleasure devoured them both.
    That same primal pleasure ran through him in a long shiver, like a serpent in his veins. His hips slammed into Mercy, his cock plunging deep into her hot pussy. Deo’s cock was ramming into his ass, pushing sensation deeper, deeper.
    Mercy