Chapter 1: Resolution
Shallan closed the door behind her, immediately feeling her husband's hands on her shoulder as the welcome silence of being alone washed over them. They finally had some time for each other.
Storms knew the day had tested her willpower like none other - plastering on a deceitfully sweet smile to endure countless hours of gossip and grueling courtly duties. She could finally drop the pretenses and indulge in the one thing truly on her mind: her husband's delicious cum.
Shallan couldn't wait to taste it - couldn't wait to feel it coat her throat as she eagerly swallowed every bit, her tongue swirling against his hard shaft in sweet adoration.
Adolin stepped closer, slowly pressing himself against her even as she swayed towards him, her heart pounding with desire for this man. This storming perfect, strong, and seductive man who held her heart so tightly that she couldn't help but imagine him holding Kaladin - their best friend and protector - in a similar, sinful embrace.
The daydreams had haunted and aroused her for as long as she could remember, the details and shades always fluctuating, but the burning passion and yearning never abated.
As she faced Adolin, she felt his lustful gaze on her. Her skin prickled, and she unabashedly licked her lips. They both knew exactly what was about to happen, their anticipation and delicious intimacy pulsing in the quiet room.
"Come here, Shallan," Adolin whispered, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips as they stood embraced. His voice was rich, deep, and textured, vibrating through her in a way that sent a jolt of electricity straight to spellbound pussy.
Slowly, they shifted closer together, their lips meeting like storm clouds, their breaths weaving together as a sweet welcome. He tasted like the finest wine - rich, luxurious, and invigorating.
With fervor, she ran her hands through his silky blond hair, tugging gently, pulling him deeper into the whirlwind of desire that consumed her every thought.
"I want you, Adolin. Inside me. Right now," she panted, the words hot against his lips.
Though his eyes were shielded, she knew he was about to protest out of playful teasing, just as they had done countless times.
Laughing, she pushed her tongue past his lips, tasting him more fully; it was all the invitation he needed to wrap his strong arms around her waist and pull their bodies closer.
"And what a glorious, divine thing that would be, Shallan," he murmured, nibbling her earlobe before draping a vivid blanket of kisses along her neck. His hands roamed up her back, weaving themselves into her fiery red hair.
With a giggle, shallan fell backwards, pulling her husband on top of her as they both fell to the bed behind them. In flourish, adolins hands caressed shallan's perky ass, groping it hard.
Their insatiable hunger for each other couldn't wait any longer. He inched her skirt up, never breaking the kiss, allowing shallan to hear the hunger in his breath.
Once he'd removed every piece of cloth separating their bodies, adolin trailed kissed down shallans neck, worshipping the delicate skin until his lips found the peaks of her breast.
He groaned, flicking his tongue upwards, never faltering in his tempo. The room was heavy with the tension of unquenched need.
Shallan arched back, her succulent breasts heaving to find their resolve under each deep breath she took. Her heart pounded in her chest, a deafening reminder that desire coursed through her.
"Is there something on your mind, my love?" Adolin murmured against her skin. His breath was hot like a storm on her flesh, and she shivered in response. Stormlight from the windows penetrated the room, casting a soft glow around them.
It almost felt like a dance, that intoxicating game of cat and mouse; one in which they never tired of playing.
And tonight, Shallan was achingly, painfully eager for submission.
"What about him, my love?" Adolin teased, drawing lazy circles around her hardened nipples. "Kaladin? Or do you crave Jasnah's feet, as you worship them?"
"All of you," she breathed, surrendering to the wave of pleasure surging through her. "Everything and everyone."
Adolin pulled away long enough to shed his clothing, leaving him deliciously bare before her.
His muscles rippled as he moved, every inch of him strong and conquering, as only a man capable of winning a Shardblade could be.
He stood before her, his cock rigid with longing and anticipation, as Shallan reached up, drawing grabbing, kneading at his thick, throbbing member. She pumped him with eagerness, watching as his chest rose and fell with ragged, heady breaths.
"And what about you, love?" she whispered seductively, her grip tightening and then releasing, matching her quickened tempo. "Do you not hunger for the warmth of Kaladin's mouth? To feel Jasnah's perfect stormlight-washed touch?"
Fire seemed to dance in his eyes as he groaned, his head falling back, lost in the wicked, lust-infused fantasy she painted. His hips thrust, involuntarily and greedily, seeking the sweet release he knew she could offer.
"Lay down, Shallan.
Show me that asshole of yours," Adolin growled, the desire in his voice making the instruction an invitation, rather than a command.
She complied without a second thought, laying her stomach on the bed, his erection standing tall, like the Shardblades they trained with every day. With her deep-red locks splayed out like a fan, she glanced back, sullen and full of need.
Adolin approached with careful intent, reaching for the small vial of oil that lay on the bedside table.
His hesitation remained as he hesitated.
Shallan, however, knew the coy glimmer in his eyes was just a facade. She knew her husband all too well. With an inviting wiggle, she coo'd. "Imagine I was kaladin...what would you to his ass, love?"
Shallan coaxed, her voice low and silky. The words spilled from her lips, playing another layer upon the hot, heavy air. Sweat beaded at Adolin's brow as he wrestled with the limits of his imagination, the tantalizing thought of indulging with their best friend in such a way.
Adolin straddled Shallan's waist, the warmth of his muscular thighs surrounding her as the bottle of oil kissed her cheek. His lips hovered by her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
"I would take him, just as I intend to take you, Shallan."
She gasped as the cold oil trickled between her cheeks, pooling at the entrance to her forbidden passage. His fingertips massaged the oil into her skin, his touch lighting a fire deep within her, before gently teasing at her puckered entrance.
Adolin's whisper was hot against her ear.
The words sent a wave of pleasure through her body, building her anticipation towards an unbearable level.
Slowly, with utmost care and passion, Adolin's fingers penetrated her tight hole, tracing the contours lovingly, while kneading her velvety flesh. The feeling was deliciously sinful, Shallan's breathing hitching as her desire escalated. His thumb brushed against her clit, and she shuddered, feeling her legs tremble.
The tension mounted, and Shallan could wait no longer for her husband's assault on her defenceless asshole. His patient assurances of gentle penetration and teasing whispers of longing for their best friend were barely drowning out her desperate pleas for him to push deeper inside her.
"Adolin, I'm ready. Claim me," she cried out wholeheartedly, amid a storm of sacred desires and intensifying sensations.
Adolin understood. He leaned forward, his hard cock pressing against her slick lips, teasing her so desperately.
Kneeling, he spread her cheeks further apart before positioning the swollen head of his shaft against her tight entrance.
With a long, drawn-out gasp, she felt him enter her, pressing deep within her tunnel. He paused momentarily when he’d buried the entire length of his cock, savoring the pleasure of her body clasping him like a vice.
She moaned, theSound tremoring through the room as Shallan curved her spine upwards, driving him deeper in her waiting depths, the pressure inside her mounting with each pulse beat.
With slow, deliberate strokes, Adolin worked her paradise, stretching canal gripping him like a warm, tight glove, so beautifully intimate.
A bead of sweat escaped his forehead, tracing a line down his rock-hard body, and they shared a gasp, eyes locked, as a promise of inescapable mutual climax shadowed her countenance. Time seemed to slow as the symphony of pleasure washed over them, erasing everything but the sheer, erotic delight binding their souls together. "Talk dirty about him."
Shallan begged, encouraging Adolin to envisage their encounters, just as she had suggested.
Adolin obliged, his voice teetering between the raw passion of the moment and the carnal reflections of a fevered mind. With an animalistic grunt, he pushed into her harder, no reserve and the full force into shallans ass "I want to use that tight boy pussy of his. Claim his ass, as I claim you. Pin his muscular body down as I rape him."
He continued, all thoughts of controlling himself banished under her suggestive spell. "Force him to scream my name, to beg for more."
His words ignited her imagination, gifting her with every stolen glance, smirk, or hidden longing between Adolin and Kaladin. Jasnah too, and her queendom, generously offered at the altar of these fantasies, around which Shallan's intrigue and curiousity bloomed.
Adolin obliged, his thrusts growing more fervid as his imagination ran wild with the scenes she painted.
His body's need rose like a cresting wave.
She could feel every powerful surge of Adolin's length as it grazed her inside walls, re-captivating her spawning fantasies. The bed sheets had become twisted around them both, drenched with sweat and the radiance of their intensifying pleasure.
"Oh, Adolin- Kholin, keep talking!"
Shallan begged breathlessly between moans, her voice hollowed, absolutely enraptured by the shared fantasies they created in their minds.
"His body would be pinned under mine, his back glistening with sweat, writhing on every sharp thrust. And you... Shallan, well stroke his face, as you grope his body, milking his thick cock
with every intruding shove," Adolin groaned, seeing his wife on the brink of an explosive orgasm, her emerald eyes watery.
As the height of her climax closed in, Shallan mirrored his desire, their lustful dance drawing a most graphic and intimate mural, magnificently painted against those secret yearnings awakening wrathfully. Her pale, smooth skin flushed, diamantine beads of sweat dancing atop her supple body.
Shallan's wild heart galloped, threatening to tear free from between the imprisoning constraints of her ribcage. She felt herself clenching around him – an involuntary response to both the pleasurable pounding and the passion-infused images conjured by the Kholin heir's tantalizing words.
Adolin did not falter, his tempo steady and insistent as Shallan's breaths grew syncopated with increasing urgency.