59. Kovu
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
KOVU
M y breaths are labored as I stare down at her with blood dripping down her throat.
There was a moment when I came to where I panicked.
I saw my little lamb.
I saw the blood.
I saw the knife.
And I thought I’d hurt her. For just a split second, I had to consider what my life would be like without Camilla, and it was fucking awful.
There aren’t many things that scare me, but that right there, that just became my biggest fear.
She only hesitates for a moment before she does exactly as she’s told, and I flick my eyes to Kaos and Bishop, who are watching me like I’ve grown a second head.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” I tell them as Camilla turns away from me and positions herself in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees.
Kaos looks hesitant as I tug the shirt I dressed her in after our shower over her head, revealing her naked body.
“Remind me to thank Crew for making the rule about no panties in the house,” I rumble, and a small giggle escapes her throat. She throws a playful smile over her shoulder, and I get a glimpse of the cut on her throat. After we’re finished here, I’ll take her down to Rogers to get it cleaned up, but I need her first.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a nightmare that felt quite so real, and it’s going to take my girl’s pussy to wipe it from my mind.
Bishop crawls backward off the edge of the mattress and drops his pants, immediately fisting his semi-hard cock with his eyes glued to the woman kneeling between us.
Kaos stands at the edge of the bed, hesitating. I can imagine he’s probably hesitant to trust me after what just happened, but he has to know I would never intentionally hurt our woman.
I shove my boxers down and groan the moment my heavy cock is in my hands. There’s something about my little lamb’s blood that gets me so fucking hard.
I drop my other hand to Camilla’s pussy and find her wet and ready for me, dragging a groan from my throat. “Do you get off on fear, Little Lamb?” I rumble. “Did it get you all hot and bothered having my knife to your throat?”
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth a moment before she nods. “Yes, it turned me on.”
A wicked smirk tugs at the corners of my lips a moment before I slap my hand down on her pussy, tearing a strangled cry from her throat.
“You’re so fucking perfect for us, Camilla,” I force through gritted teeth as I slap her pussy again, and she rewards me with a moan this time.
I notch my cock at her entrance, and a groan escapes my throat. Fuck. She’s so fucking wet.
Kaos finally climbs back onto the bed, his eyes darting between me and Camilla, but he’s dropped his pants, and my naked Little Lamb seems like too much of a temptation for him as he reaches for his own hard length.
“You ready for me to fuck you, Cami?” I rumble.
“Yes. Please Kovu. Please take what you need from me.” She pushes back against me, and all four of us let out a collective moan.
Her pussy pulses around me as I push myself deeper, sheathing myself in her wetness. I don’t normally fuck her without at least a little foreplay, but I was too desperate to get inside her, and she was already dripping for me.
“Fuck, Little Lamb,” I grunt.
“You look so pretty taking his cock, love,” Bishop says as he increases the speed of his pumps.
The thought of Camilla covered in the evidence of all our releases makes me jut my hips forward and bottom out inside her, tearing a scream from her throat.
“That’s it, Little Lamb, scream for us.” I rear back before slamming home again, reveling in the way her cunt flutters around me.
“Kovu,” she whines.
I grasp her hair in a tight fist and wrench her up against me until her back is pressed to my chest and I’m fucking up into her, hitting her G-spot at a new angle that has her crying out.
My gaze locks on the blood that trickles down her throat and between the valley of her breasts. Seeing her covered in blood is never going to get old.
I move her head to the side with my grip on her hair and sink my teeth into the side of her throat, causing her to clench down around me.
“Look at what you’re doing to them, Little Lamb. Look at how they stroke their cocks for you,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as she watches Bishop and Kaos fuck their hands in long, languid strokes. “Touch your pretty pussy for me, Camilla.”
She drops her hand between her thighs without hesitation, and I reward her with another bite right next to the first one, hard enough to bruise but not to cut through, however tempting it might be.
The moment her fingers start rubbing circles over her clit, she leans more of her weight against me, handing her body to me as we work together to push her toward her release.
“Fuck,” Kaos murmurs under his breath as his eyes drop to where she’s touching herself. “Aren’t you just the perfect little whore for us, Princess?”
A moan drops from Camilla’s lips, and a smirk pulls at my lips. I will never get over just how perfect she is for each of us. The women we’ve shared in the past may have liked the things some of us were into, but Camilla is the first to check every single box we’ve thrown at her.
“Oh fuck, Kovu. I’m close,” she moans.
I drop the hand fisted in her hair and move it to her throat, wrapping my hand around her delicate neck and tightening my hold enough that her breathing is labored.
Her pussy contracts around me, and the strangled moan that escapes her throat makes me fuck her harder.
“That’s it, Little Lamb, I want you to come all over my cock,” I growl against her ear.
Her fingers up the pressure against her clit while they occasionally drop to where we’re connected, tearing a groan from my throat.
“You gonna come for him, Princess?”
“I wonder how many times he can make you come all over his cock, love.” Bishop’s voice is thick with desire and he can’t tear his eyes off the woman in my arms. If I were a better man, I would let one of them fuck her mouth, but right now I need all her attention on what I’m doing to her. The fact I’ve allowed them to stay at all is a fucking miracle.
“Almost there,” she whines, and I tighten my grip on her throat, which sends her tumbling over the edge.
Her cries fill the room as she clamps down around me, and I fuck her through her release, never allowing my grip on her throat to drop. Her blood covers my fingers, and the familiar stickiness settles something inside me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect when you come, Camilla,” Bishop breathes.
“You should see how good she looks covered in her blood, Kovu. Fuck. She’s perfect.”
“My perfect little lamb,” I murmur, but it’s loud enough for all of us to hear.
“I think she can come at least once more before we finish.” Kaos smirks, and her attention turns to him like she might argue, but instead I move my free hand from her hip to where hers is resting about her pussy.
“I think I told you to touch your pussy, Little Lamb, and I don’t recall telling you to stop.”
“I’m too sensitive.”
“I don’t care,” I whisper a moment before I slap my hand down on her clit, tearing a scream from her. “Do as you’re told, and maybe we won’t spend the rest of the day forcing orgasms out of you.”
Her entire body trembles in my arms, and we each chuckle. Oh, she likes that idea.
Camilla only hesitates for another beat before her fingers begin their slow torture of the sensitive bundle of nerves, a soft mewl escaping her.
I thrust into her harder as my own release approaches. The need to empty my cum inside her is maddening, and the tingling at the base of my spine tells me it won’t be long before I make it a reality.
The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room along with a symphony of moans as we each chase our releases.
Bishop crawls closer to Camilla as he fucks his hand, all rhythm going out the window as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Fuck, love. You’re going to look so fucking pretty covered in our cum.”
Camilla moans, her pussy clenching around me and dragging a growl from my throat as I bite down on her shoulder and tighten my hold on her neck. I need her to come right the fuck now because I’m reaching the point of no return.
“Beg for it, Little Lamb. Ask them nicely to paint your skin with their cum.”
She gasps as I shift my hips slightly, allowing my cock to push deeper. “Please,” she whines. “Please come all over me. Please cover me with your cum.” Her panted words are almost inaudible among the slapping of my hips against her ass, but Bishop doesn’t hesitate to give her exactly what she wants.
Thick ropes of cum shoot out across her belly and the tops of her thighs, and I lean over her shoulder to get a good look at how stunning she looks.
Bishop reaches for the headboard behind him for support before wiping the remnants of his release over Camilla’s perfect tits. Once he’s happy, he shifts out of the way, and Kaos takes his place.
His dark eyes are locked on the mess covering Camilla’s body, and I can’t help but chuckle at how depraved we’ve made my perfect little lamb. Before she stepped foot in this building, she’d never been touched by a man.
And now look at her.
“You almost there, Princess?”
Camilla nods against my shoulder as her breathing picks up. “So close.”
I tighten my grip on her throat until she can’t drag in a breath before pressing my lips to the shell of her ear. “You’re not breathing until you come, Little Lamb.”
Kaos chuckles at the same time she clenches around me. She really fucking likes the idea of that, and it’s only a few seconds before she contracts around me. Her entire body trembles in my arms, and I hold her steady as my own release rockets toward me.
“Fuck,” Kaos grunts a moment before he comes all over her stomach and tits, emptying himself all over her as she comes down from her orgasm.
And then it’s my turn.
I fuck Camilla so hard that I know she’ll be covered in bruises, but I relish the idea of that. I want her covered in my marks for the rest of our fucking lives.
My orgasm crashes over me so hard I almost stop breathing at the intensity, but my thrusts never falter as I fuck my cum deep inside her.
As we all come down from our orgasms, the room is silent aside from our labored breathing, and my nightmare feels like a distant memory. Apparently all I needed was to release some pent-up energy with my little lamb.
“Come on, Princess. Put some clothes on, and we’ll get Rogers to have a look at your neck.” Kaos helps her dislodge herself from my cock, and our shared releases gush down the inside of her thigh, making her pause.
“Just let me clean up, and we’ll head down,” she murmurs as the most delightful shade of pink covers her cheeks.
“No,” Bishop says. “You’ll be going covered in our cum.”