Chapter 19 #2
“Kharabetam, Pretty Bird,” he whispers, his eyes tracking over my features as if he’s committing them to memory.
“We are all ruined for you, just as we will ruin you in return so that no one else will ever have you.” My eyes fall closed as his lips touch mine, and it’s like he can’t help himself, his tongue coming out to tangle and tease mine.
His taste is addictive, like exotic nights and deeds done only in the dead of night.
He completely decimates me with his kiss, leaving me begging for more as he pulls back.
“I’m going to take that dress off you now, beautiful as it is, I want you bare before me, your owner,” he tells me, and a flare of panic makes my already trembling legs weak.
“B–but–”
“Shhhh, no one but us will see you,” he breathes as I feel the small pearl buttons on the back of my dress being popped open.
I glance behind me to see Jude standing there, his sweet-popping candy smell putting me at ease.
I relax more when Aeron stands on one side of us, Knox on the other, penning me in their circle.
In a whisper of lace and silk, the dress slides down my body, Jude helping it when it sticks to the parts that are now slick with sweat.
I can feel the blush rise from my chest as they devour me with hungry eyes, and a sense of power leaves me with a head rush.
I have this effect on these powerful men, men who strike fear and awe in equal measure.
“Brat.”
“Yes, sir?” Jude answers, his voice low and deep and missing its usual teasing quality.
“Impale her on your dick from behind, make sure we can see.”
“Yes, sir.”
I inhale sharply as he pulls my hips backwards, my ass cheeks spread, and then Jude thrusts hard inside my dripping pussy.
“Shit, Nightingale,” he says, his voice gruff and gravelly, pumping his hips back and forth, leaving me reeling and grasping with my hands. “I can feel their cum coating my dick.”
“Juuude,” I sigh, the sound broken and full of desperate need.
“We’re just getting started, my little broken bird,” he replies, fucking into me like he needs it to live.
“That’s enough!” Tarl shouts, and I look up at him, gasping as Jude suddenly pulls out.
A small whine escapes my lips, and while a part of me worries that I’m giving them too much power over me, another knows that it’s too late.
“Don’t worry, Eshgham,” he tells me, cupping my cheek and bringing me upright.
“He was just lubing up so he can fuck that pretty little asshole of yours while I’m buried in your sweet cunt. ”
No fucking words. I have no response to what he’s just told me.
“Told you,” Jude singsongs from behind me, bending down to hook one of my legs over his elbow.
I wobble as he straightens, my heeled shoe making me teeter, but three sets of hands steady me, holding me up as I’m forced to stand on one leg.
My hands grip their arms, my fingers digging into Aeron and Knox’s forearms.
“Deep breath, Dove,” Aeron says, his voice calm, and I look to see an almost indulgent look on his face, softening his usually harsh features. Don’t get me wrong, his pupils are blown, and his suit is all messed up, his now-hard dick standing proud.
Nodding, I do as he says, taking a gulping breath when I feel Jude pressing against my tight ring. No prep or anything, the bastard, but as he pushes past my entrance, I can’t deny that the sharp pain makes my pussy drip with the need to be filled as well.
“You’re doing so well, Koshgelam,” Tarl praises, and my heart flutters at his words. “That’s it, take him all.”
“Fuck, she’s so fucking tight,” Jude grits out, pushing further in until his entire length is inside me. “You feel fucking incredible, Nightingale.”
I pant as he moves, his thrusts shallow until my body gets used to him, and my hips undulate in time with each one. His piercings drag against the inside of me in a way that I’ve never experienced before, and I’m fucking dripping for him.
“More,” I keen, looking up at Tarl. “Please, Tarl. I need you inside me too.”
His lips quirk up in a suggestive smile at my words, a sensuous flame in his beautiful eyes. “Since you asked so nicely, Pretty Bird.”
He steps closer, Jude pausing as I watch Tarl line up his dick with my cunt.
His metal flashes as it catches the sunlight, then he disappears inside me, and I can’t even think as I’m stretched between them.
My brain up and leaves, and all I can do is feel, trying to ride out the intense sensations of having Tarl and Jude inside me at once.
Sweat breaks out across my skin, and it has nothing to do with the warm summer’s day.
“Such,” Tarl bites out, sinking deeper. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“You guys need to try this,” Jude states, his voice strained as Tarl bottoms out. They pause, and we stand there, locked together and just existing for a moment. Connected.
The heat burns inside me again, and they chuckle when I wiggle, desperately seeking friction.
“Do you want us to fuck you hard, Pretty Bird?” Tarl asks, one hand around the back of my neck, the other gripping my hip.
“Yes, please. A thousand times yes!” I gasp out, the tips of my still mostly nailless fingers sinking further into the boys’ arms.
“As you wish,” Jude answers, but I don’t get time to appreciate The Princess Bride reference because, in the next moment, he pulls almost all the way out only to slam back into me. Sparks fly from our point of connection, Tarl groaning when I clench around him.
They find a rhythm, a push and pull where they use me as a rag doll, and I just hold on for dear life, both of their piercings adding an extra texture that I didn’t know I needed in my life.
Occasionally, one will leave my body, only to thrust back inside as if they can’t bear to be apart from me for that long.
“Put her leg on my shoulder, Brat,” Tarl orders, sweat glistening on his caramel skin.
My mouth waters at the thought of licking it off, but I can’t move, trapped between them and their desire.
He’s still got his shirt on, though it’s undone, and I can see his inked-up chest and abs gleaming in the sunlight.
I’m about to protest, to tell them I won’t stretch like that, but then my ankle rests on Tarl’s muscular shoulder and I’m screaming with how deep they can go with this angle.
I know that I’m fulfilling Aeron’s promise for the whole stadium to hear me, but I just can’t contain the pleasure that’s filling me up right now.
It’s too much for a mere mortal to handle.
My cries turn into whimpers and gasps as they build me up, pushing me over the edge and into the abyss as an orgasm crashes over me, my body trying to seize as waves of intense pleasure roll me over and under like a piece of driftwood in a raging sea.
“I can’t last much longer,” Jude rasps between gritted teeth. “She’s gripping me like a fucking vise.”
“You will come when I tell you to, Brat,” Tarl snarls, his movements becoming furious. “And you will come one more time for your masters, Pretty Bird.”
“I–I c–c–can’t!” I sob, tears gathering in my eyes as my orgasm lingers, easing up only slightly.
“Yes, you fucking will,” Aeron commands, his tone hard and unwavering and I turn to face him. His arm is moving up and down as he pumps his dick, a deep furrow in between his thick brows. “Because we demand it, Dove.”
“Prove to us you are ours completely, Little Bird,” Knox says in a gruff voice from the other side, and I whip my head around to see him in a similar position to Aeron, large cock in hand as he pumps it furiously.
“Come all over me,” I gasp, the thought of being covered in their seed making wetness seep out of me. “Show me I belong to you and no other.”
His nostrils flare, his jaw grinding as his arm pumps faster.
Jude and Tarl are grunting and cursing as they continue to fuck me hard, and I look down and watch as Knox’s dick swells.
I lick my lower lip, and it seems to be that which tips him over the edge as thick, hot ropes of cum shoot out of his shaft and cover my lower stomach.
I moan with the feel of his hot cum hitting my skin, my pussy clamping down on Tarl as I almost tumble off the precipice with Knox.
“Look at me and open your fucking mouth,” Aeron orders, and I twist my head to look at him, my mouth automatically opening. With a deep groan, he climaxes, and I flinch when the first spurt hits my breast, more hitting my chin and finally my mouth.
It’s the salty taste of him that sends me over, white lights flashing before my eyes as I writhe and scream my release.
It feels as though the world aligns, as though something momentous has happened when a snarl in front of me brings me back enough to see Tarl come, thrusting deep inside me.
Jude is quick to follow, burying himself in my ass as he orgasms, and their releases keep mine going, my legs twitching and the one holding me up threatening to buckle beneath me.
My eyes drift closed as I come down, my entire body, including my fucking teeth tingling.
Vaguely, I feel Tarl and Jude pull out, my body protesting as they leave it, but I’m too tired, too fucked out to make a fuss, and soon I’m wrapped up in a jacket smelling of clean cotton, vanilla, and sandalwood.
Knox picks me up, adding his motor oil, cloves, and leather scent as he carries me back inside the box.
I don’t know what happens after that, allowing myself to succumb to the darkness that, for once, feels welcoming and not threatening.