CHAPTER 37 #4
I moan as his tongue slips into my mouth. Matitus grips my chin, pulling my face in his direction, his lips molding around mine.
Dragus wastes no time stripping me completely bare. I have no idea what has gotten into them, and from the look on Silas’s face once the initial shock wears off, he has no idea either—though he isn’t complaining.
I try prodding into their heads, they have their walls up, tightly sealed from me.
“Stop trying to mind fuck me, love,” Dragus whispers, moving between my legs and plunging his tongue inside me.
My back arches off the bed, claws at the sheets as he fucks me with his tongue. Matitus laughs, taking control of my lips.
Silas’s fingers reach for his belt, unbuckling it, pushing his pants down his hips.
Matitus growls when I wrap my hand around his shaft, his kisses becoming harsher as he bites down on my lip, drawing blood.
Dragus pulls my thighs apart as he devours me, his nails slicing through skin, making me cry out, but he doesn’t relent, just holding me in place as I writhe underneath him.
Matitus latches his lips onto my nipple, his teeth grazing as he drags his teeth across it.
Pleasure and pain completely consume me, and I become lost in the different sensations.
Dragus sits up, moving beside me and pulling me on top of him.
His fingers bruise my hips as he positions himself, then slams me down on his hard length.
His cock stretches me and my walls clench around him.
Silas grips my chin, bringing my lips to his as Dragus thrusts up and into me harshly, making me cry out, his cock hitting my cervix painfully. I put my hands on his legs behind me, pushing down on him to stop his brutal thrusts as his fingers bruise my thighs under his strong grip.
Silas grips my hair, pulling my head back and shoving his tongue in my mouth tasting every inch of it. My stomach tightens as Dragus continues to thrust into me. Matitus kneels on the bed near Dragus’s head, grabbing my breast and pinching my nipple between his fingers making my eyes snap to him.
Matitus grips the back of my neck pulling me towards him, forcing my hands to go back onto Dragus’s chest.
“Open your mouth,” Matitus demands.
I obey, letting my lips part. He presses the tip of his cock to my lips, and I run my tongue around the edge. He pushes it into my mouth, his shaft sliding across my tongue, hitting the back of my throat with one thrust. He grabs a handful of my hair, thrusting into my mouth again, making me gag.
The bed dips behind me, warm hands moving up my sides, resting on my hips. Matitus pulls his rock-hard length from my lips, and I suck in a much-needed breath, his fingers stroking my jaw and neck.
Burning pain suddenly sears across my ass, the sharp sound of skin slapping skin making me cry out. Matitus lifts my chin, a devious smile playing on his lips.
Silas rubs his hand over the mark he just seared into my flesh.
“That’s for breaking a blood promise,” Matitus says, nodding to Silas.
Dragus remains completely still beneath me, his hands holding my hips so I can’t move. His hand comes down again, even harder, making my eyes water. I feel the outline of every finger burned into my skin. I choke on the pain, gritting my teeth.
“That’s for the pain it caused,” Matitus says, forcing me to look at him.
My eyebrows furrow.
Pain?
Matitus nods. His hand comes down again. I tense just before the slap, predicting the impact, making it burn worse.
I cry out, tears spilling over.
Silas runs his hand over it, soothing it, as sparks rush over my skin.
“And that’s because we can,” Matitus chuckles and I glare at him. He holds my gaze, a smile on his lips.
“Want another?” he asks, his eyes flickering with mischief. I press my lips in a line and shake my head fighting the urge to tell him to suck his own dick.
“I’m not flexible enough, besides that’s what we have you for,” Matitus answers, invading my thoughts.
I hear Dragus laugh underneath me, and I smack his chest, sitting up only for Silas to shove me back down.
Dragus grips the back of my neck bringing me closer and plunging his tongue into my mouth.
He thrusts into me, and I moan into his mouth at the sudden movement.
I realize how wet I am, making me wonder exactly how sick in the head I must be to get off on being spanked like that.
Silas’s fingers moving between my cheeks and to my pussy.
He forces them into me, pulling them out.
“Ah, she is saturated,” he groans, moving his fingers to the tight muscles of my ass, sliding them in.
I wriggle my hips, getting used to the feel of his fingers.
He slides them in and out, Dragus moving, thrusting into me at the same time.
Silas removes his fingers, positioning himself, pushing inside me.
My nails dig into Dragus’s shoulders as Matitus’s fingers brush my clit, making me relax. My hips move against his fingers, giving me time to adjust to both of them filling me. Silas starts to move, making me bounce on Dragus, finding his rhythm.
Matitus grips my chin, kissing me, biting my bottom lip.
My stomach tightens, arousal flooding me, my walls clenching around Dragus.
His grip on my thighs tightens. Matitus pulls back, stroking himself, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip, pulling it down.
My lips part, and I run my tongue over his thumb, looking up at him, his eyes sparkling back at me.
“My little vixen,” he murmurs, pressing his cock to my lips. I take him in my mouth, relaxing my throat as he thrusts, fucking my mouth.
Overstimulated, my entire body burns with the different sensations. My body tenses, my toes curl, and my climax washes over me. I moan around Matitus’s cock.
Silas’s movements become erratic, his body stilling behind me. Matitus brushes my hair out of my face, strands sticking to my skin. He pulls his cock from my lips. Silas pulls out of me, and Dragus’s grip on my hips tightens as he chases his own release. His claws dig into me, and he stills.
My entire body shakes as I slump against him, trying to catch my breath. Dragus moves, rolling us so he is on top of me, resting between my legs. Silas leans against the headboard, trying to catch his breath.
My eyes flutter closed as Dragus pulls out of me. My legs feel like jelly, my entire body in painful bliss. The bed dips again, Matitus moving between my legs.
He kisses me, nipping at my chin, my body reacting to his touch as I sluggishly try to remain awake. Matitus sucks on my neck, thrusting into me, making my eyes fly open.
“Stay awake baby, we’re only getting started,” he whispers.
It is daylight by the time they finish. My entire body is throbbing to its own beat as I succumb to sleep.
Fingers pressed between my legs waking me.
“No more, I am sore,” I mutter, slapping Matitus’s hands away and rolling onto my stomach.
Dragus is fast asleep, tangled in the blanket beside me. The touching doesn’t stop, and I groan.
“Fuck one of them, leave me,” I mutter, too exhausted to go another round of their insatiable fucking.
“Just help yourself but don’t wake me,” I groan, pulling the pillow over my head trying to block out the light streaming in through the window. Matitus pulls me against him, spooning me. He kisses my shoulder and I doze back off to sleep.
I finally get up in the middle of the day.
I creep to the bathroom not wanting to wake them.
Anymore and I will be walking sideways for the rest of my life.
Even peeing burned, everything is sore. Washing my hands, I quietly head for the closet and grab some clothes before darting down the stairs only to run into Abigail.
She spots me and darts off into the kitchen.
“Abigail,” I call out, but she ignores me, making me chase after her. Walking into the kitchen, I catch her. Abigail pulling her hair over her shoulder suspiciously.
“He didn’t? And you let him?” I say as her face turns beet red. “You did!” I gasp shocked.
“Yep, quite the hussy, let him in her pants the first night,” Marian says walking in behind me and shaking her head.
“Shhh. Quiet. I don’t need the whole castle knowing, you old bat,” Abigail says looking around.
“Like they are going to miss that,” she says, flicking Abbie’s hair off her shoulder revealing the fresh mark on her neck. I burst out laughing at Abigail’s burning face.
“Like you’re any better, you think I couldn’t hear you four in the room all night, you’re just as bad as her. The entire kingdom could hear what you were doing in that room. Didn’t get a wink of sleep last night,” Marian states.
Now my face turns red with embarrassment.
“You younglings these days,” Marian says.
“Says the old bird who found the only sex shop in the city. How many batteries you go through a week?” Abigail blurts, covering her mouth, snickering.
Marian smacks her shoulder with the tea towel she was holding. Laughter makes us turn toward the kitchen entry, where we find Dakari leaning against the doorframe, watching us with a silly grin on his face.
“I bet old Marian was a real goer back in the day,” he adds.
She points a finger at him threateningly, and he takes off laughing.
Abigail and I chase after him to escape Marian as she screams threats at us.
No doubt she could probably kick all our asses. That woman is fierce.