30. Penelope
Chapter 30
Penelope
It’s dark all around me.
There’s a bit of light coming from up ahead, but the sight of it makes my stomach churn with fear. Every inch of me knows I shouldn’t follow that light because whatever is waiting for me there is worse than what’s lurking in the darkness.
The unknown of not being able to see is less frightening that the known dangers in the light, and that in and of itself is fucking horrifying.
A whisper starts up, something soft and low, but it doesn’t bring me any comfort. Whatever—whoever—it is, doesn’t wish me well.
“You’re so stupid,” the voice whispers. “Did you think this was going to go well for you? Did you think we wanted you?”
I whimper softly, already upset and whoever this is hasn’t even really started to lay in on me yet. I just know that it’s going to get worse. That the words will turn even more cutting and cruel, stabbing into me like knives.
But then there’s another voice, lower, deeper. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” it says, and the sound is almost like a caress against my skin.
Then another. “You’re so perfect. You have no idea.”
And then a third. “You feel so good. You take it so well.”
My cheeks flush at the heat and pure desire in those voices, and they manage to drown out the reedy whisper of cruelty. All around me is warmth, and the darkness is pierced by a golden glow.
Unlike the harsh light up ahead, I know this glow is safety. This glow means that I’m going to be looked after and cared for. It gets steadily brighter, chasing away the chill and the fear, and when I turn around, there are three shapes in the distance.
Even from this far away, I know them. I know the way they stand, the way they walk. I can smell them in the back of my mind, and their scents register.
My men. My husbands.
They’re coming for me, coming to save me from the darkness.
I close my eyes, waiting. When the first touch comes, it’s tender, ghosting over my cheeks and into my hair. More hands move lower down, cupping my breasts, gliding over my stomach. And then still more hands, over my thighs, spreading my legs to move between them.
The whimper I give this time is pure need, pure desire, and it feels so much better than the fear. The fear and dread feel almost like a distant memory, carried away by anticipation and the heady feeling of being wanted.
When I open my eyes, I blink in the morning sunlight, wondering what woke me.
There’s a face nuzzling at my neck and warm lips against my skin. “Were you having a dream?” Dominic’s voice asks in my ear, sleep rough and deep enough to make my stomach flip with desire all at once.
“Yes,” I reply, a smile touching my lips.
“About what?” There’s a hint of concern there, like he’s worried I was having another nightmare.
For a second, I consider telling him the truth about my dreams. That sometimes they start off so dark because they’re a remnant of things that happened to me in the past. The trauma of it all lingering and forcing me to remember it while I sleep.
But my head is still heat hazy, and everything in me shies away from ruining the warmth of the moment to find the words to talk about that.
So instead I turn a little in the bed until I can look into Dominic’s eyes. “I was dreaming of you,” I tell him. “All of you.”
He smiles. “Good. That’s how it should be.”
We’ve been in this room for a couple of days now, and I’m beginning to wonder if the smell of my heat and the musky scent of sex is ever going to fade. It’s been a haze of sex and sleep, with small breaks in between for food whenever one of us remembers that there are other hungers to sate as well.
It’s been wonderful, as far as heats go, and I don’t know if this is how it should be or what, but I don’t have any complaints.
“I don’t think I’ve said it yet,” I tell him, taking advantage of this moment of clarity. “But thank you for coming for me.”
“Of course we came,” Dominic says, frowning a little. “You’re our wife.”
“Fake wife,” I can’t resist pointing out.
Dominic frowns, and he reaches up, taking my chin in his hand to force me to look at him. “You needed us, so we came,” he says firmly. “It’s as simple as that. And no matter what happens in the future, no matter when or where, we will always come for you.”
It’s such an intense declaration, but I guess Dominic doesn’t really do any other kind. Either way, it’s touching, and I can tell he means it.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “I really… I appreciate that a lot. More than you know.”
His eyes soften a bit, and he leans in, catching my mouth with his.
It starts slow, just mouths moving together, but like with everything that goes along with my heat, it soon ramps up. The sparks that were banked for the night catch all over again, sending a wave of pure want crashing through me.
I moan into Dominic’s mouth, clinging to him as the kiss turns hotter, deeper.
He plunges his tongue between my lips, and I let him devour me, kissing me until my head starts to spin.
I feel breathless, but in the best way, and when Dominic’s hands begin to wander, sliding down to cup my ass hard, I groan, grinding against him.
He’s already hard, his cock an undeniable line against my stomach, and my body responds to it instantly. My core gets wetter, and I spread my legs instinctively, wanting him to fill me up.
The gnawing emptiness inside me makes itself known, and I whine into the kiss, pulling back to meet Dominic’s eyes.
“Please?” I ask him. “I need you.”
He just smirks and pulls me in for one more kiss. “You don’t even have to ask,” he says. “I’m yours for the taking right now.”
There’s just something about a man this powerful, this fucking hot, saying something like that to me. My clit pulses, almost in time with my racing heart. I’m so desperate for him already, and when he guides me up so I can straddle his waist, I go eagerly, sitting astride him.
His cock is right there, and I grind on it, gliding my core against the hard line of him.
“I want you to ride me,” Dominic says. His eyes practically glow with heat.
“I… I’ve never done that before,” I tell him, even while my hips keep moving. With his cock right there against me, it’s practically impossible to be still.
“I’ve got you,” he says. He reaches down and takes himself in hand, wrapping his fingers around his shaft. The other hand settles at my waist as he guides me to rise up and then sink down slowly onto him.
The feeling of his cock pushing into me at this angle is incredible, and my head tips back, lips parting around a low moan.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “That feels so good.”
“You look so good like this,” Dominic tells me. “You should see yourself.”
I look down at him, and there’s no trace of a lie on his face. He’s just looking at me with all that lust in his gaze. It’s enough to make me shiver hard.
Once I’m fully seated on his cock, he grabs my hips and starts to guide my movements. “Like this to start,” he says. “Just get a feel for the rhythm.”
It’s slow to begin with, but that’s not a bad thing. I can feel every inch of his cock gliding inside me, and when it hits the right spot, my mouth falls open in pleasure.
I feel exposed like this, sitting on top of him with his eyes on me. My breasts sway with my movements, and with my heat riding me, it’s hard to keep the rhythm perfectly.
“What if I do it wrong?” I ask him.
He snorts, but not cruelly. “You can’t do anything wrong.”
“Oh,” I breathe, and my walls clench again, clearly liking that.
We keep moving together, and gradually, I find my courage. I start bouncing a bit more, taking his cock deeper. I don’t bother to hold back the noises of pleasure, so it’s no wonder that Xavier wakes up in the middle of it.
His hair is a sleep mussed tousle, and he grins lazily up at me. “Well, good morning,” he says. “I didn’t know I was sleeping through the entertainment.”
“M-morning,” I manage to get out, moaning halfway through the word.
“You look so damned good up there,” he says. “Riding Dom like the queen you are. Fucking amazing.”
My cheeks flush, but that gives me even more confidence. I lean forward and put my hands on Dominic’s chest for leverage, grinding my hips.
Xavier moves out from under the covers so he can slide in behind me. His hands glide over my shoulders and down my back, and his lips follow that path.
I lean back into his touches, pleased that he’s joining in.
When his hands come around to grope at my breasts, that just adds to the sensations, and I buck against Dominic, pressing even more into Xavier’s hands.
“Perfect,” Xavier murmurs. He kisses up the side of my neck, giving me just a bit of teeth. Just enough to make me shudder and clench around Dominic’s cock.
“Fuck,” Dominic hisses. “Whatever you’re doing, she fucking likes that.”
I can feel Xavier’s smirk against my skin. “Let’s see if she likes this too,” he says.
One hand glides down my back, just this side of being ticklish on my heated skin. I shiver, and then gasp when his hand finds my ass.
He palms the flesh there for a while and then takes both cheeks in hand and spreads them for him.
“Xavier,” I whimper, swallowing hard.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
I don’t even really have to think about it. I shake my head because all I really want is more. More of whatever they want to give me.
Xavier touches the puckered whirl of my asshole with his finger, and the touch makes me jump in surprise. I clench around Dominic again, and he lets out a low growl.
“I think you like that,” Xavier teases. He kisses the middle of my back and pats around in the sheets for something. He comes up with a small dildo that we played around with last night.
He slicks it up with some lube from the nightstand, even though I’m probably wet enough now that he could have just used that. The blunt head of the toy touches to my ass and then Xavier starts rubbing the head of it between my cheeks.
“Oh my god,” I groan, rocking between Dominic and Xavier, trying to keep the rhythm while Xavier teases my ass.
“It’s going to feel so good,” he says. “Just wait and see. You’ll be stuffed at both ends. So fucking full for us. Is that what you want, shortcake?”
“Please. Oh fuck, I want it, Xavier.”
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing my skin again. “Then relax and let me fill you up.”
I do my best to follow his instructions, breathing shakily, but the heat is riding my body and making me so greedy for everything they have to offer. It wants to take the dildo and Dominic’s cock, and everything else too.
Xavier keeps teasing, just rubbing the head of the dildo against my entrance for a bit, letting me get used to feeling of it.
That combined with Dominic’s cock in me makes the heat roar, and pleasure surges through my body, intense and deep.
I cry out, my orgasm taking me by surprise. My pussy goes tight around Dominic, and that sparks his pleasure as well. He comes with a growl, his fingers biting into my hips as he holds on tight. His knot swells, stuffing me fuller, and I whimper, rocking against him through wave after wave of sensation.
Usually, that would be enough to put something of a damper on the heat, at least giving me a minute to catch my breath, but instead it just seems to ramp it up even more. Like now that it’s had a taste of pleasure, it just craves more and more.
I feel ravenous with it, desperate for more sensation, and I whimper, biting my lip. “I need more. Fuck, I need—something more. Something intense, please.”
“You need to feel it,” Tristan says.
I didn’t even notice he was awake, and my eyes snap to his. They hold my gaze steadily, and while his face is the usual impassive mask, his eyes burn. He understands what I need, and I nod.
“You want it to hurt so good,” he continues. “You want it to take you apart with pain that blends into pleasure.”
“Please,” I breathe. “Fuck, please.”
He glances at Xavier. “Put that toy in her ass,” he says.
It’s a command, and Xavier follows it with a smile I can feel. He adds more lube to the toy and then starts to work it into me.
Just the feeling of the tip breaching my ass makes me cry out, aftershocks from my orgasm sparking and rippling through me.
Dominic hisses because he can feel all of it, and I grip his knot even tighter.
“I bet you’re so tight back here,” Xavier murmurs. “Does it feel good, Pen?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes. It feels so good. More, Xavier, please.”
“Your wish is my command,” he teases me, pressing the toy in deeper.
My body takes it almost effortlessly, and I rock back against him, letting him push another inch or two into my tight core.
“The way you look right now,” Dominic says, shaking his head. “I should be recording this so you can see it later. You look fucking incredible. Sitting on my knot, taking that toy. You’re amazing.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Xavier agrees. “So strong. So perfect. Your body was made for this, wasn’t it?”
All I can do is moan, caught up in the feelings and their words. The praise and dirty talk just work me up even more, and if it wasn’t for Dominic’s knot inside me, I know I’d be gushing with arousal.
“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for at this point. “Please, please, please.”
Xavier fucks me with the dildo, dragging it in and out, and it’s an intense sort of pleasure that I’ve never experienced before.
I’m so full at both ends, the way Xavier said I would be, and my heart pounds at the overpowering sensations. My head is spinning, and all I can think about is being stuffed, being fucked.
After a few moments, Dominic’s knot goes down, and he slips out, leaving a rush of cum and slick to the spill out of me. Tristan sits up in the bed, taking in the sight with a sweep of his gaze.
“Xavier,” he says. “Get below her.”
Xavier glances at Tristan and nods, and he moves to switch positions with Dominic.
“Hi,” he says, grinning at me as Dominic helps to lift me up so I’m straddling Xavier instead. “This is a fucking fantastic view, in case you were wondering.”
I laugh a little, but it turns into a moan as Xavier pulls me right down onto his cock.
He’s rock hard, and he slips into me with ease, pushing through the mess between my legs to slide home in one smooth stroke.
I feel so full, my ass and my pussy both filled up, and I rock against Xavier as he lifts his hips to thrust into me.
“How does it feel?” he asks. “Tell me.”
“Good,” I moan back. “So fucking good. I’m so full. I love it.”
“It’s what you deserve. Being full of cock, stuffed until that’s all you can think about. I bet you’d like that.”
I just nod because right now, that sounds fucking perfect.
Xavier snaps his hips up, and I wail when he hits that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
My nails bite into his chest as I brace myself there, and he groans cock twitching inside me.
The bed dips and shifts, and then suddenly one of them is behind me again. I can tell from the hands that slide down my body that it’s Tristan.
I lean back into his touch, tipping my head back to try to get a glimpse of his face.
“I’m going to give you what you need, angel,” he says, his voice dipping lower into a growl that sends shivers up my spine. “I’m going to take you too.”
My eyes go wide. “Where?” I can’t help but ask. My ass and pussy are already full up, and he’s not in the right position to fuck my mouth, even though I definitely wouldn’t say no to that.
He reaches around my body, dragging one large hand over the curve of my stomach and then sliding it lower. His fingers brush the place where I’m split open around Xavier’s cock, and I jump at the sensation.
“Here,” he murmurs into my ear.
My mouth drops open because—what? I struggled to take him last night when it was just him fucking me, and now he wants to squeeze into my body alongside Xavier, who isn’t small himself?
“I… I don’t know if…” I stammer, trying to make sensible words come out of my mouth while my body is still clamoring for more.
“You can take it,” Tristan says. “I know you can. You can take me, take both of us. If you want to. Do you?”
I lick my lips, and I don’t even really have to think about it. This is what I was begging for. The pleasure that will cut through everything else with its intensity, giving me everything I need and then some.
I whimper, nodding in answer to the question. It was a lot to take his cock the first time, that’s true, but over the last few days I’ve learned a lot about what my body can take. How much it needs to be satisfied. Having three of them helps, but this… this would go a long way toward scratching the itch inside me really, really well.
Even though it’s a bit scary, the prospect of so much cock inside me, I want it. I know I do.
“Use your words,” Tristan tells me.
“Yes,” I say. “I want it, please.”
He hums, and there’s pleasure in the sound of it. Something warm settles in my gut at the thought of pleasing him, and it makes the heat burn hotter.
“You’re going to be so full,” Xavier says, his voice a little strained from where he’s getting close to his own climax. “Fuck, shortcake, you’re amazing.”
Tristan gives the task all of his considerable focus. He starts with his fingers, pressing one and then two inside me with Xavier’s cock.
It’s a tight fit, but gradually, I loosen up enough that he can start thrusting his fingers in and out of me, working me up even more.
I squirm on top of Xavier, pinned by Tristan’s body and wanting to be nowhere else in the moment. Sensation races over me, through me, and it’s all I can do to keep breathing as the anticipation kicks up a notch.
Finally, Tristan seems satisfied that I’m ready, and he draws his fingers out, using my slick to lube himself up.
“Breathe for me,” he whispers in my ear, and I do it, dragging in a deep, shuddering breath.
“Good girl. Now relax and let me in.”
It’s easier said than done at first.
His fingers were already a tight fit, and just the head of his cock makes the stretch burn. I breathe through it, whining softly at the edge of pain that ripples through all the pleasure.
Xavier takes my hand and brings it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss across my fingers. “Look at you,” he breathes. “So good for us. You’re like a damn goddess.”
“You’re beautiful like this,” Dominic agrees. I glance at him and his eyes are locked on the sight the three of us make.
Tristan works more of his huge cock into me, stretching my body to its limits. It’s so intense, and there are more than a couple times where I forget to breathe, and Xavier or Dominic has to remind me.
Xavier keeps a hold of my hand, and Dominic comes over to help soothe me too. He brushes my sweaty hair back from my face and presses kisses to my cheeks, my shoulders, my lips.
I relax under his touches, and little by little, Tristan manages to fit himself in me alongside Xavier.
“Holy shit,” I pant, not quite believing it. “ Holy shit. ”
“Yeah,” Xavier echoes. “That’s a good way to put it. Fuck, you should see this. You’re so full. You’re stretched so good around us.”
I look down my body and catch a glimpse of what he means. I can’t see Tristan’s cock with him behind me, but I can see the way my pussy is stretched obscenely wide. I can feel both of them, splitting me open, stuffing me full, and every time I so much as breathe in, it’s a reminder that they’re both buried inside me so deep.
It’s already so intense, but it’s nothing compared to how it feels when they start moving.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m so full or because I’m stretched so wide, but just the glide of their cocks inside me, moving in tandem, is enough to have every nerve in my body going haywire.
I moan, and it comes out on a sobbed breath, just from the sheer amount of sensation I’m dealing with. It’s exactly what I needed, and my heat roars with satisfaction as my body takes all that’s on offer.
“You’re taking us so well,” Tristan growls. He noses along the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. “So fucking well.”
All I can do is whimper back, letting the two of them handle moving. I’m caught, stuck, limp with the pleasure of it, and there’s nothing I can do but take it.
They move slowly, working in and out of me, and then Dominic reaches back and hits a button on the dildo, turning on the vibrating feature.
That makes me scream from the rush of pleasure. I’m right there on the edge so quickly, and then I’m being catapulted over it, flying headfirst into my orgasm.
I come and I come hard. My vision whites out and there’s a ringing in my ears that might be my own screams of pleasure. I can’t tell at this point.
My pussy clenches down around both of them, and just the feeling of that is enough to have me writhing through the aftershocks as they keep going on and on.
“That’s it,” Xavier breathes. “Come for us, beautiful. Come on our cocks.”
It’s like I can’t stop coming, shaking my way through wave after wave of pure pleasure.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Tristan says. “So good.”
“I’m gonna—” is about all Xavier gets out before he’s coming undone as well, flooding me with his cum.
Tristan isn’t far behind him, and even through my post orgasmic haze, I realize they’re both about to knot in me at the same time.
I open my mouth to say something, but no sound comes out. At least not until Xavier’s knot swells, pressing Tristan’s cock even deeper inside me. Tristan’s knot grows as well, and it’s even more intense than having both their cocks in me.
I can’t breathe, and I scream out, feeling like I’m still coming with each little movement of their bodies and mine.
It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever been through, and I can’t stop shaking. My head is floating somewhere in the stratosphere, and I can barely hear the three of them talking.
Dominic turns off the toy, I register that, and then there are hands on me, cupping my face, wiping away tears I didn’t even realize I was shedding.
Arms wrap around me, and Xavier moves so he can hold me as well. I lean into them, seeking their warmth, their stability.
Eventually, the trembling stops and I can breathe normally again, but I still have that hazy, floating feeling as we wait for their knots to go down.
When they finally do, it’s with a rush of cum and mess that floods out of me and soaks into the sheets.
I’m covered in their cum and my own slick arousal, as well as sweat and tears. “I’m a mess,” I manage to whisper, lifting my head with the last of my strength.
“We like you this way,” Dominic says, reaching down and smearing more of the mess into my thigh.
“Gonna have to wash these sheets,” I mumble, smiling sleepily, feeling sated again.
But truth be told, I like it too.