Chapter 26
This is Going to be an Orgy
Raven
Present Day – Grypheem
Drago carried me up several flights of stairs, my vision whipping and whirling as I overheated in his arms.
I knew I should be fighting. Knew I should be scared. But I physically couldn’t be. The sensation was unnerving as warmth and heat pooled between my thighs. As euphoria beat across my skin.
“We’re almost there.” And then we were marching through a door into a room covered in cushions. “I hope they are enough to get the job done. I’ll be back in the morning to free you all.” Drago placed me in the center of the cushions, taking my shoes off and fluffing them up.
The words lapped across my temple, not entering, not processing. And then he was gone, a demented phantom that left me uneasy. My insides tumbled tumultuously as the drug continued to take hold. As the euphoria twisted to neediness.
A deep painful ache.
A loud creak drew my attention to another door, my eyes focused on it as it swung open on its own…
“Griffin?” The word was a slur as it departed from my lips.
Levi was the first to move, he launched himself into the room, but he hesitated at the foot of the cushions, staring down at me with a twisted expression. “We were drugged, I feel—”
My eyes danced as I took in the other men, Maverick, Enzo, Julian, and Oleks. All appeared frozen in place as smoke billowed into the room.
I coughed a few times as it fell over me, and the sensation from before doubled. The ache turned to an anguished agony.
“It hurts.” I squeezed my thighs together attempting to find solace, but it didn’t come.
“It will continue to until you are fucked.” Oleks floated into the room, his words heavy and pained. He shouldered past the frozen Griffin, kicking his shoes off, he kneed his way onto the cushions, maneuvering until he laid against me.
My entire being longed to strip my clothes, to have skin-to-skin contact, but I was also terrified to move, that it would propel the pain further into me.
Griffin and Levi watched as Oleks came to my side but didn’t react.
He bent whispering into my ear. “They’re all going to fuck you.
At the same time or one after the other.
If you want, I can stop it. But I cannot promise there will not be lasting harm to them if I do so.
This drug is forceful. It is absolute. It triggers a response to your frontal lobe that, if it is not answered, can cause neurological side effects. ”
Every man here had touched or fucked me in some way. But even as my own mind fogged, a thin slice of clarity came through. “I might get pregnant. That’s what Drago wants.” My words were hushed and wobbly as I pressed them into Oleks’s skin, my tongue lashing out and licking the column of his neck.
The acrid poison scent he possessed was strong in my mouth, a small drop of adrenaline in a blurry state.
“Your consent, Raven. Do they have it? Or should I fix this?” Oleks’s voice was fluttering. It was clear he didn’t like this, that this was a trauma he was being forced to live through.
“Are you okay with it?” I rolled over to watch him closely. I attempted to push all of my stability into this single instance, to make sure he wasn’t spiraling, that this was manageable.
“I will be with you,” he promised.
My nerves heightened, my breathing funneled in and out, blood rushed into my ears, my desire forced itself into each movement I made.
Inhale. Exhale. My chest brushing against Oleks, my nipples hardening into points. “Yes, everyone here has my consent.” I pressed my lips to Oleks’s. The single connection offering a moment of calm.
But even still, I couldn’t handle the clothes I had on anymore, and in quick succession, I attempted to rip them off, but my movements were laggard.
Oleks, recognizing my intent and noting my struggle, helped.
His long nimble fingers tracing up my skin as he pulled my top off first. And then his hands were at my pants, his hypnotic eyes watching me. I inclined my head.
He dragged the pants down fluidly, throwing them to the ground before returning to my side.
“Levi,” I twisted to face him. To take in all the other men in this room.
“Darlin’,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
“This is going to be an orgy.” I forced the words to be clear, concise. “I trust you,” I found each man’s eyes.
Griffin’s endless forest.
Julian’s obsidian.
Enzo’s storm and Maverick’s organized chaos.
“You all have permission to fuck me through this.” The words were expelled through clenched teeth as another wave of desire rocked through me. “Do I have yours?”
There was a chorus of yeses. Enzo’s, the most hesitant. Maverick’s clipped.
Julian’s concerned.
Griffin’s, in understanding.
Levi was the next to join me. He kicked off his shoes and threw down his pants.
His long thick cock bobbed upwards, a reminder of how it had stretched me.
“Levi, please. I need you inside of me before I die.” It was dramatic, it was the truth.
Oleks reached down, playing leisurely with my clit, his nimble fingers precise and perfect as they methodically wound me up and up.
A breathy moan left my lips, the ball of pain that had been building quickly replaced with a euphoric pleasure.
“You need a release,” Oleks murmured against my ear as he continued to work me over.
Levi found his spot above me, his knees between my thighs. His attention hyper-focused on my form.
“This isn’t how I expected today to go.” His drawl was thick in emotion, in lust, in a thousand words left unsaid between us.
He lined up against me, the tip of his cock circling my entrance.
“Julian, get over here. She has known you the longest, you need to help make her feel safe as we all lose our sensibility.”
Julian jerked in the background, making his way into the room. His dark gaze was hypnotic as his eyes met mine. “Your mouth?” he asked hesitantly.
Oleks stuffed two fingers into me as he pinched onto my clit and a harsh mewl escaped in answer, I inclined my head. Everything was quickly blurring together. My focal points were the men. My pain. My pleasure.
My needs.
They were beacons in my inebriated state. This was similar to being drugged and forced to stay awake and endure the repercussions.
Everything was too much.
Too much good.
Too much bad.
Too fucking much.
Julian stepped out of his shoes and dropped his pants onto the ground, his cock popping up and bobbing just above me, he angled and moved until it was brushing against my lips.
And then his hand grabbed hold of my jaw, pinching my mouth open and shoving himself inside.
As I focused on breathing, Oleks moved his fingers back to my clit, but Levi was quick to replace them at my entrance.
His cock gliding in was an immediate sense of relief and ache. He stretched me, but in this state the pain was dulled and replaced with ecstasy.
And then I was spasming. It took less than a single minute of all three men working me over. Oleks’s fingers. Levi invading me. Julian dominating my mouth.
I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t need to. I could die exactly like this and I wouldn’t regret anything.
That doesn’t sound right.
Except I didn’t care as I writhed below the men, as Levi bent forward capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and began to suck aggressively, his teeth grazing one, his large calloused hand cupping the other.
“Fuck, you’re taking us so well. This greedy cunt is going to be filled with my cum. Such a good girl,” Levi growled, his movements turning erratic as he pounded me into the cushions.
I focused on the sensations, on keeping my sanity, on this room.
The sparks of energy that filled and skipped across my skin.
My eyes flicked over, finding Maverick’s.
I expected disgust. Jealousy.
But it was lust that coated them.
“Fuck!” Julian pushed further into my mouth, the tip of his cock blocking any hope of air and then he was pulsating, forcing me to swallow him down or choke.
Levi was next, his movements turning erratic as he angled further into me, his teeth latching onto my breast, as he left his mark.
When Julian was done, he released me, a line of spit and cum connecting us as he separated.
But Levi wasn’t quite there yet. His hands found my hips, holding me in place on the cushions as he dominated my body.
His eyes managed to be both blurry and clear as he found mine, as he whispered fervently.
“You are mine.” His cock pulsated, his fingers holding me with bruising pressure as he came deep inside me. He folded over, his nose landing on my neck burrowing there. “I love you, Raven.” The words were passionate, emotional.
Slurred and broken.
The dichotomy of this intimate encounter was giving me whiplash even in this state. I wanted to continue with Levi. I wanted the safety and strength he offered.
“The others need to find their release,” Oleks reminded softly, his words husky and broken.
Julian helped Levi off of me, prying his fingers from my skin. I expected Griffin next.
But it was Maverick who was propelled forward by some invisible force. In my distraction, he had managed to rid his clothes. His cock was long and veiny as it bobbed up towards his belly button.
He stared at me with a critical intensity. “Raven,” he growled. “This was not the way our story was meant to be written. But the variables were incalculable.”
His words sloshed around my head, and instead, I raised my hands up.
I didn’t expect him to lift me clean off the cushions.
To tug me flat to his body. His lithe frame was steel against my curves.
His lean biceps stronger than they appeared as he lifted me off the ground, forcing me to wrap my legs around him.
And then he was turning us, my back landing against a wall.
He met my attention for a single searing connection.
I gave a sharp nod.
He rolled his hips upwards into me. Into the mess that Levi left behind. His cock sliding in easily and without the assistance. His hips snapping forward as my back scraped against the wall. I welcomed the sensation, a shocking alertness piercing through the haze with each movement.
Maverick knew what he was doing.
He was keeping me in this moment with him. Forcing my sobriety in short bursts of discomfort.
“Just like that.” He bent his forehead against mine. His skin was cool and clammy, a welcome change from the heat that filled me.
He was extinguishing the fire, setting ice to it in the most intoxicating manner.
“Just like that.” He rolled up, offering short hard bursts into me.
Oleks’s hand finding my clit was both a shock and somehow expected. He had moved to the wall next to me and leaned against it as Maverick continued to pound into me ignoring him entirely.
Oleks’s nimble fingers were assisting in my pleasure, forcing me to the precipice again as Maverick’s cock experimented with a new depth and angle.
He lifted me up just a bit more and then dropped me. My stomach raised and rolled at the sensation, the fear followed by liquid desire. My entire body trembled as he repeated that over and over again. As I began to trust the unknown with him.
Maverick met my eyes once more, and in their depths, I felt a million unspoken words flicker and flutter, frozen before they could land anywhere.
My hands found his bare back, my nails digging into his skin there as he propelled me further and further into the unknown, as he created both sensory overload and deprivation in his addictive trust falls onto his cock.
“Fuck!” The word didn’t feel as if it left me, but it was clearly my voice. My body.
My trembling that ricocheted between Maverick and I as he shook us against the wall, as he found his release.
Oleks’s cool fingers on my thigh were the grounding I needed to land in stability and not a sopping wet puddle on the floor.
Maverick used his brain in every instance, and it was clear that even in his foggy state, he was utilizing it with me now.
And I loved it. It was addictive.
There were a few silent beats as we stared at each other. As Maverick panted. a fiery glint in his eyes.
A fundamental part of our relationship had just changed, but I wasn’t exactly sure how much, at least not yet.