"I guess it was your turn." Evander blushed furiously as he said it.
"That's what I figured." She smiled. "You were beautiful."
"Thank you." His face flushed deeper. Egon got up from the ground and came for her, quickly lifting her in the air.
"Come," he ordered Evander. "Our queen needs to go to bed."
Egon carried her up the stairs and straight into his room. He gently put her on one side of the massive bed, and then he pulled Evander into the room from the open door where he stood and closed the door behind them. She wasn't sure what was about to happen, but she wasn't going to say no.
Egon began kissing Evander again. It was a sensual, desperate kiss. Evander kissed him back with the same intensity. Egon grabbed the hem of Van's shirt and pulled it over his head. Evander reached out to pull off Egon's, but he was already working on it. Van pulled Egon's body into him so they were chest to chest, and Egon reached around and groped Van's ass.
"Fuck, I want you." Egon breathed into Evander's lips. Evander nodded, and that seemed to be all Egon needed. Egon grabbed desperately at the tie of Evander's pants, dropping them to the floor. Before she knew what was happening, Evander was being laid out onto the bed with his legs hanging off of one side and his head near her. Egon removed his own pants while staring down at Van.
Egon retrieved a bottle of oil from his side table and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. She watched closely as he reached between Evander's legs and carefully inserted a digit, slowly, carefully. Evander let out a puff of air. Egon worked into him carefully with one finger until Van was rocking against him. Then he added another, again slowly, meticulously. Working it in and out, going deeper with every thrust until both fingers were completely ensconced inside him. Evander rocked against him, like he was trying to get the fingers deeper inside him. Egon let him for a few minutes, watching him move on the bed.
"More," Evander begged. "Please."
Egon added a third finger, this time letting Van take the lead. Van pressed into his hand over and over. Just when it seemed like Van might tip over the edge into bliss, Egon pulled his fingers out of him. Van moaned in frustration. Egon took the bottle of oil again and poured more into his hand, and then used the hand to oil up his ample erection. Van pulled his feet up onto the edge of the bed, opening himself up to Egon's advances. Egon placed his cock at Van's entrance and pressed into him gently. First, just the tip, working it in and out, then more and more until he was fully seated inside him.
He hooked his arms under Van's knees and started to pull out then he slammed back into him. He did this a few times, each one pulling a gasp or a moan from Van. After a few minutes, he settled on a rhythm that seemed to be working well for both of them. She leaned over Van and kissed him deeply. He took her lips hungrily. She reached down to his erection and began to touch it the way Egon had. Both men let out deep moans as she grasped it in her small hand and began to run her hand up and down the shaft, stopping to rub the tip gently. Then she had an idea and took the oil from the nightstand to put a small amount on her hand, and she began rubbing it onto his cock. The slickness made her movements smoother. It became clear that both men were reaching the edge. Their movements became quicker and more ragged. Evander's body began to twitch in pleasure as he came all over his own stomach and her hand. Egon quickly joined him, finishing off with a few careful thrusts.
"That was amazing." Evander was still breathy from his climax.
"It was so fucking good." Egon collapsed onto the bed next to them. "You're both so gorgeous."
"I'm really hating that I'm injured right now." Mina voiced. She was unbearably turned on, but she winced at the thought of having an orgasm with a stomach wound. She would have to wait.
"I think we're all really hating that you're injured right now," Egon said and leaned over Van to kiss her. "Now, you look exhausted. Van and I are going to bathe, you rest."
"Enjoy yourselves," she joked. Evander got up and leaned over her for a quick kiss before pulling on the robe offered to him by Egon. Egon also stole a kiss before throwing his arm around Evander and leading him out the door. She could hear them start chatting as they walked down the hall to the stairs.
She was woken up gently with a kiss and a whisper of her name. She looked up into Evander's eyes and smiled. He looked down on her with adoration.
"You missed dinner. We have some food for you, but you have to come downstairs. Can you manage, or should I get Egon?" He was quiet. It made her wonder if Casper had come back again.
"I can do it," she insisted after a little mental inventory of her body.
"Alright. I'll be right here if you need me."
He led her down the stairs to the foyer, and instead of taking a left into the dining room, he took her around the stairs to the courtyard entrance. The doors were already open. She could see that in the center of the courtyard they had piled blankets on the ground. The only light was the light that trickled in from the foyer. He led her over to the makeshift bed and sat her down.
"Close your eyes." He ordered playfully.
"Why?" she laughed.
"Just do what the man says." Egon chimed in.
"Okay, but I swear to the goddess if you guys mess with me…" She trailed off, closing her eyes. The two men helped her get fully onto the blankets and lay her back. They joined her, both lying on either side of her. Then they covered them up with a nice heavy blanket. She was cozy and snuggled up to them. It was a nice experience so far.
"Open your eyes," Evander said. She did, instantly. She gasped. The stars were falling. Dozens of them among the bright starry sky. It was possibly the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.