Chapter 19 #2
“I know, you’re not into that incest shit,” Jude grumbles, placing Aeron’s large mushroom head at my dripping entrance. “But Nightingale definitely is.”
Before I can answer, Aeron slams me down and I cry out with the force of his thrust as he seats himself fully inside me. Fuck, I’d forgotten how big he is, how utterly fucking delicious he feels buried to the hilt, his piercing rubbing me in all the right ways.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his hands tightening on my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh and hopefully leaving bruises to remember him by. You know, if the ache between my thighs doesn’t help.
“Does he feel good, Nightingale? Does his big, fat cock feel nice splitting you open?” Jude quizzes me, his voice a rasping whisper in my ear as he roughly grabs my breasts and squeezes them.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my hands braced on Aeron’s chest, right over his lark tattoo. “He feels fucking incredible, Devil Prince.”
Aeron’s hands guide me upwards, letting only the tip remain inside me, then he pulls me down again and uses me as his own personal fleshlight. It hurts at first, the sharp pain giving way to an even more penetrating pleasure that fills me up and threatens to make me explode.
“Would you let me cut you, pretty Nightingale?” Jude begs in my ear, and my hips falter, Aeron’s hands stilling.
“Jude,” Aeron warns, and I look down to see his jaw clenched tight, his abs glistening with a combination of his sweat and my arousal.
“Don’t deny that you don’t want to see her bleed for us, brother,” Jude chides, and his words make my breath catch, my heart racing as I think about it.
I mean, I found it hot as fuck when Tarl used Jude’s blood as lube before, and I like pain.
“Yes,” I say, feeling Aeron’s fingertips dig in a little more. “But only if you all bleed for me too.” Aeron’s eyes go even more hooded, his nostrils flare as a rumble vibrates in his chest.
“You are so fucking perfect for us, Nightingale,” Jude purrs, a gasp falling from his lips followed by a deep moan.
He presents his hand, a slice across his palm showing red beads of blood over the top of old scars there.
My pussy clenches and Aeron groans underneath me as Jude closes his hand into a fist and squeezes, blood seeping from between his fingertips.
He brings his bloody fingers down to the apex of my thighs, rubbing the ruby liquid over my clit, and I squirm and moan as fire races from his touch.
“Where shall I cut you, Eshgham?” Tarl murmurs, and I turn my lust-filled gaze to see him kneeling at the side of us, gloriously naked.
His own eyelids are droopy as he looks me over, settling on the top of one of my breasts, his lips tipped up in a feline grin.
I watch, fascinated, as he brings a small honed knife to the swell of my breast, the edge of the knife already coated in Jude’s blood.
“Hold still.” I freeze, my thighs trembling as Jude continues to play with my tight bud, the razor-edged point of the blade resting on my breast. Tarl holds it there, waiting, my nerves feeling as though he’s holding a live wire to my skin and not a blade. “Ready?”
He gives me no chance to answer, slicing across my upper breast with a shallow cut that immediately wells with scarlet liquid. The flash of pain has me moaning, my inner walls strangling Aeron’s dick, making him grunt.
“Oh, shit,” I breathe, watching the droplets of blood drip down my skin and feeling the rush of endorphins fill my veins.
“It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?” Jude asks, sucking my neck and sending more pleasurable fire racing across my skin.
“Yes,” I answer, though it sounds like a whine, and I watch as Tarl leans over Aeron, giving him a cut the mirror opposite of mine on his pec but avoiding his lark tattoo. Fucking hell, that’s some hot shit right there.
“Lean down and mix your blood with my brother’s, Nightingale,” Jude orders, finally removing his bloody hand from my clit and pushing between my shoulder blades.
An animal sound escapes me when my cut lines up with Aeron’s and the sting sends a wave of pain-filled pleasure crashing through me.
“Now we will always be a part of each other, Dove,” Aeron growls huskily into my ear, his hips moving slightly, giving me shallow thrusts that leave me panting, my fingers clawing into his shoulders.
“Your turn, Jigar Tala,” I command, glancing at Tarl still kneeling there beside us, watching us.
He gives me a wicked smile, then takes the knife to just above his rock-solid dick and he makes a quick cut there, blood rushing to the surface and dripping down his glorious length.
I’m suddenly envious of Jude, having Tarl inside him, his blood coating his dick.
I moan when Jude reaches over with his bloodied hand, wrapping it around Tarl’s shaft and pumping it up and down, mixing their life force.
The light of Jude compared with the golden brown of Tarl and the red of their blood makes a stunning visual, and I dig my fingers into Aeron’s shoulders, my walls fluttering around him.
“Shit, that’s fucking hot,” I gasp out, Aeron giving a snap of his hips to remind me he’s still here too. Jealous ass.
“Don’t worry, Nightingale,” Jude tells me, taking his hand away, and it disappears from my sight. “I’ll make sure you get a little of Tarl too.”
I don’t have to wonder what he’s talking about for long as his fingers touch my puckered hole, playing with it and then pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh God, Jude,” I moan, and Aeron growls in my ear.
“I’m feeling a little left out, Dove,” he admonishes, one of his hands leaving my hip.
A second later, a sharp sting on the side of my ass cheek makes me yelp, Aeron’s hand connecting with my skin.
He soothes the pain, rubbing the spot as I mewl, all the while fucking my pussy as Jude finger fucks my ass.
“Hold her still, brother,” Jude instructs, pulling his finger out only to replace it with the tip of his dick.
I hear him spit, adding more lubricant to the blood that I’m guessing is already coating it.
God, why in all that is holy is that so fucking sexy?
Aeron doesn’t argue—for once—holding still as Jude pushes inside me, and I moan like a fucking animal, the sound almost embarrassing if I could feel anything other than being filled to the brim by the Taylor brothers.
“That’s it, Nightingale, take all of me,” Jude grits out, giving one last thrust, his hips meeting my ass.
“So…fucking…full…” I rasp out, sweat covering my skin, before I bite down on Aeron’s shoulder. He hisses, jerking his hips in a way that pushes him deeper and makes Jude and I groan.
“Your turn, Brat,” I hear Tarl comment, Jude’s weight settling more on top of me as he bends over. My ribs protest, but who has time for that shit when you have two dicks inside you and another about to be inside one of your lovers?
It’s indeed Jude’s turn, and he lets out a cursing groan, his dick pushing further into me and growing harder as Tarl thrusts into him. The move sends Aeron even deeper, and I whimper with how fucking blissful it feels to have them buried inside me.
I lose myself then, letting my men use me as they give just as much in return, our bodies doing an age-old dance as we take and give. My entire body trembles, my skin feeling raw and like it’s about to burst as they nudge me closer to an edge that until I met these men, I didn't know existed.
No words leave my mouth, just sounds that I don’t recognize, the sting from my cut breast mixing with the heady pleasure until I’m just a being made of it, like a star, ready to go supernova.
“Fuck, Dove, you need to come for me right fucking now,” Aeron snarls, a hand snaking between us and pinching my clit so hard that I black out as I’m thrown into outer space.
My screams rend the air, but unlike my past, these are cries of pleasure as I buck and clench around Jude and Aeron, demanding they join me in the heaven that they’ve thrown me into.
Aeron is next to shatter, roaring his release as he thrusts so deeply inside me that I swear he just invaded my womb.
Jude follows, biting down on my shoulder hard and burying himself in my ass, his hot cum filling me up as Aeron fills my cunt.
Finally, Tarl joins us, cursing as he comes, and I wish I could see the pleasured anguish on his beautiful face.
But even if I was facing him, I’m a boneless heap, my body liquid and limp as I try to remember what breathing should feel like.
I hear the door open and crack my eyelids to see Knox standing there, sweat making his workout vest and shorts cling to his powerful form. His eyes survey the scene, his lips tugging into a half smile that is all Knox.
“If I knew what I was missing out on, I definitely would have skipped leg day,” he comments, his shorts suddenly straining at the crotch.
A giggle falls from my lips, Jude and Aeron groaning as my lower walls give them a squeeze.
“You can help me clean up, Daddy,” I offer in a soft, husky voice, and his eyes immediately fill with heat.
“It may take a while, Little Bird,” he answers, striding over to the bed, kneeling on the edge and holding out his hand. He’s still like three feet away, this bed is that fucking massive. “You’ve been a naughty little girl and need to be scrubbed.”
“I’ve been naughty too, Daddy,” Jude adds, and I gasp as he pulls out of me, then helps Aeron to get me off him.
“Well, I guess you best join us then, little boy,” Knox says, and Aeron groans.
“And I’ll be taking my own shower,” he states, sitting up, and I trace the red that smears his chest, looking down to see the same on mine. Getting up, he stretches, offering me a view of his muscular back, and then he saunters towards the door.
Knox and Jude help me off the bed, keeping me upright when my legs threaten to give out like a newborn deer.
“I could lend you a hand, brother,” Jude calls after Aeron. “Or a tongue!”
Aeron gives him the finger, his peachy ass material for the spank bank as I watch him go. Tarl steps into my line of sight, his hand cupping my cheek.
“sheghetam,” he tells me softly, and my heart fucking melts in a puddle on the floor.
“I love you too,” I reply, feeling like the luckiest girl alive as I’m surrounded by the men who would do anything for me, no matter the cost.