28. Ivy
Chapter twenty-eight
Ivy
Fresh tears spill down my cheeks, the burn of my asshole blunted by the panic of Theo's cock in my throat. His hands are tangled in my hair, holding me by the back of my head against him. That's all he does, so that I think he's trying to suffocate me on him. I'm not so sure he isn't, but I remember when Killian slipped down my throat, how they told me to breathe through my nose.
The tears that drip down the back of my throat from my furious attempts to deny them must feel good; his cock twitches, but he doesn't thrust. None of them do, all of them holding a different part of me hostage.
Theo takes away my ability to breathe right, and to be fair, he always has. He's so goddamn big and beautiful, a mountain man in the truest sense of the word with his broad chest. I look up at him through the haze of tears, wondering if I die tonight whether he'll miss me. His scent is in my nose, and it's just as much an intrusion as the rest of them, but I'd be lying if I said it doesn't make me feral, desperate, and... horny.
It's fucked, but I can't contend with the shame. All I can do is feel it as they fill me, heavy sighs escaping them as they revel in my helplessness, and I stay still, letting them take the warmth I can give.
"If we don't start soon, I'm going to lose it." Monty gasps, and I feel his hips press into mine as he pushes deeper inside me, reclaiming what he lost when Killian crammed himself inside with him.
"Can you feel him through her?" Theo asks huskily, his voice barely contained as his thumb breaks out to stroke over my face. His eyes are closed, but as I look at him, he must sense it, because he opens them to watch me with something I can't name in his gaze.
"God, yes." Monty groans. "How can she take us all like this?"
"We haven't exactly given her a choice."
My head feels heavy and like it's been submerged under water, and I know I'm supposed to breathe through my nose, but I gasp for air, my throat tightening around Theo, who must enjoy the sensation because he thrusts in deeper, shimmying himself against the back of my throat. I feel myself tighten everywhere, blocked by their cocks invading each space I have. And I can't even care anymore, because despite the burning in my ass and the feeling that Monty is buried in my bladder, my body is telling me that I'm going to suffocate, that I'm dying, and that it's not okay.
"Anything fits if you can force it."
I'm losing track of who's speaking, my vision growing dark at the corners, and I feel light all of a sudden.
Panic flares through me, rushing heat over my body from my feet all the way to the tips of my fingers. I can feel my eyes fluttering, and their voices sound far away as they speak, their words indistinct.
And then all of a sudden, Theo dislodges himself from inside my throat, leaving a salty trail of pre-cum in his wake. Though I'm barely aware of it happening, my body reacts on instinct, sucking in all the air I can around him. He doesn't leave my mouth, doesn't take his cock from my tongue as I heave in desperate breaths, awareness and feeling coming violently back to me.
Monty is the first to move, thrusting his hips from beneath me. It's not a great range of motion, but it bounces the pressure around deep inside of me until I'm so full I think I might explode. His every motion jostles me around on him and lets me feel Killian's cock in a different part of me, touching new places as he stays buried without moving. Fuck, it's torture, particularly because somewhere along the way, the pain morphed into something different.
I can feel it building low inside me, but it's not like any feeling I've had before. Similar, and yet not.
Realizing I've gained my facilities back, Theo skates his cock along my tongue, the head of him prodding the back of my throat, nudging my gag reflex and then retreating. But he doesn't slip out all the way. Instead, he thrusts in again, hitting that spot that makes me convulse and then retreating only to come back faster this time, giving me less time to recover. His nails dig into my scalp, the bite providing a nice contrast to the achy feeling of being so goddamn full, and I can tell he's losing his self-control as he pushes in deeper than before, harder, faster.
Theo finds a rhythm that turns me into a ragdoll, and I'm useless against him, trying to keep my throat open so that it doesn't lock my entire body up every time he hits inside. I channel every fiber of my being into relaxing my throat for him, providing a space for him to empty himself, so that as his balls slap against my chin with the fury of his thrusts, I barely even feel it.
"Fuck, Tiger Lily," he groans, hitting so deep that I think he's trying to crawl inside me. And it's the thrust that does him in, his eyes rolling closed as his fingers splay against my skull. A second later, I feel him twitching in the back of my throat, and then he's spilling inside of me and I work to swallow it before my body can reject it and I end up throwing up on him. It's not that he wouldn't deserve it, and I doubt he'd really even mind, but the thought of choking on my own vomit is enough to make me swallow him greedily, taking every drop he gives as he milks himself inside of me.
"Oh my god," Monty groans a second later. "I can't. She's so fucking tight like this. I— " He impales me, reaching a new depth with his dying thrust and then gasps as he lets himself go inside of me.
As they ride out their orgasms in tandem and I let them use me to completion, I'm barely aware of the stretch deep inside me, the way Killian's forced my ass to stay open for him, the way I've almost adjusted to it. The sensation of Monty being buried against my bladder eases as he falls away from me, spent despite his cock still being inside me, but the urgency brings a sense of relief, particularly as Theo withdraws, the head of his cock popping out from between my lips with a sound that makes me blink in confusion.
"Fuck, you're beautiful covered in his blood, your drool, my cum." Theo's chiseled abs ripple with the force of his breathless laugh and I realize I'm staring stupidly at him, my thoughts fragmented. I'm exhausted, my body spent in a way it's never been, but despite that, there's still a need deep inside.
His blood.
Somewhere in everything that happened, I forgot that I was on my knees in a puddle of my husband's blood. I glance down, watching my fingers twitch through the viscous liquid as I become aware of how cold it is.
That's also when Killian reminds me that he's still inside me, still waiting for his turn. And he's not waiting any longer.
I feel Monty slip out from inside me a half second before Killian does, unsheathing himself so quickly that my stomach contracts at the loss. I can feel myself clenching deep, trying to close myself off to another intrusion. But it doesn't matter, because Killian grips my hair in his fist and spins me to face him, and then he invades me again with his kiss. It's hungry and feral as his mouth falls upon mine, sharp teeth nipping at my bottom lip, procuring both a moan and a bloom of copper as the pain tangles with the pleasure.
I can still taste the remnants of Theo's cum on my tongue, and I know Killian must taste it too along with the fresh blood as he devours me, taking my every breath that I've gained in the space since Theo gave me my air back. He paints my mouth in broad strokes, his kiss consuming me as he coaxes a new desire to life, and I feel myself losing all sense of rationale, of decency, of shame. It's hard to care about anything beyond him when he's sharing every gasp and whisp of breath... until he folds me in half, bending me over Monty so that my ass is on display for him.
Except, when I blink, trying to cast off the haze of his drugging kiss, I realize it's not Monty I'm bent over.
Cody jostles beneath me as Killian braces himself behind me and I seize in panic at the sight of his blank face so close to mine.
"No!" I cry, because as much as I want what Killian can give me, and as much as I hate to admit that I want it, I don't want it like this. Not over top of my dead husband's body.
"Shh, Bambi." He coos, his warm breath hitting the top of my spine and sending a shudder of anticipation through me. And then he slams my face against Cody's chest, my wet cheek submerging in the puddle of blood that's pooled on his stomach, sticky against the cotton tee shirt he wore.
"Killian," I try to rationalize with him, because I know by now pleading won't work. "Not like this. Not here."
"No man but us will ever touch you again." Theo's voice comes from somewhere behind me, but with my head pinned to Cody's chest, I can't see him. I can't see anything other than the red stain on Cody's shirt, the rip where the bullet lodged in his shoulder, and lying abandoned on the floor, the axe.
"You belong to us." Monty confirms. "And we won't let you forget it again."
I don't tell them I never forgot it, because Killian spears me quickly, his cock spreading my swollen pussy with ease. I can feel him glide easily in and out, coating himself in Monty's cum, and as much as I want to hate it, I don't. It feels too good, too wrong, too right.
But he doesn't stoke the fire in me, pumping a few times before slipping out of me. I cry out in frustration at the loss of him, but it turns quickly to a cry of pain as I feel him at my other entrance. He doesn't hesitate, pushing slowly inside and demanding that I open for him again.
The burn of being stretched too far makes tears pool in my eyes, stinging in the dry air. It hurts worse, which makes no sense. It also doesn't change the fact that my entire body can focus only on him, on his thick cock forcing me to accept him even though I haven't recovered from the first intrusion.
"Fuck, ow." I bite my lip to try and keep it in, not looking to give him any more satisfaction, but my teeth sink into the same spot he bit me and a fresh wave of copper floods my tongue.
He slips slowly past my entrance, groaning when I open around him, and I gasp at the fiery pain of new parts of me opening for him.
"That's it, Bambi." Killian groans as his hips press against my ass, burying me deeper than before, pulling me apart from the inside out. I think he must be splitting me into two, because it certainly feels like I'll be ripped apart from the bottom up as he buries himself in me.
"I can't." I sob, fire chasing over my limbs as control evades me and my body's attempts to force him out fail, amounting only to him groaning in sadistic pleasure.
"You feel so fucking good, Bambi. Do you want me to make it feel good for you, too?"
"Please." I gasp, because it's the only word I can remember how to say.
He pulls back a little, building a friction that sends desire to the depths of my stomach, a place that seems to be just on the other side of his thick cock. "Beg me."
His voice is a cruel whisper in my ear as he covers my body with his, burying himself deep again and chasing that burn through me. "Please." I try again, because I don't have the energy for anything more.
"Beg me harder, Bambi." He encourages me, sliding back out and in again, exercising the perfect amount of control to keep his thrusts methodical, too little to spark the flame that will light me on fire.
"Make it stop!" I beg, the tears spilling down my cheek and dripping off the tip of my nose before joining with the blood on Cody's chest.
"I'm not sure what you want, Bambi?"
"Try again, Poison," Monty encourages, his voice light.
"Make me feel good!" I sob at the vacillating pain. "Please! Please, make me feel good. It hurts! Oh, fuck." I cry freely, hating how weak I am. How weak I've always been.
Fingers pinch my clit, but the pain is beautiful, distracting from the greater ache inside me. I moan out in pleasure, relief.
"Yes." It's breathless encouragement, desperate and pathetic, but it spurs him to tug at me.
"Like this?" He asks, his hot breath on my spine as he pinches me hard enough to make me burn.
"Yes," I moan, feeling the truth somewhere deep inside me.
My chest is crushed against Cody's, my aching nipples dragging over the soft material of his shirt in desperate need of stimulation to take away the edge.
"Who do you belong to, Bambi?"
"You." I gasp as he hits me so deep and hard I feel like I may throw up, but then his fingers plunge inside me, drawing out some of my own wetness to drag it over my clit. When he rubs slow circles over me, I bury my face deeper in Cody's shirt, trying to stifle the scream attempting to break out of my throat.
"Who else?"
"Theo!" I moan, feeling the world being knit together inside of me, everything that matters coalescing into one point of perfect pleasure.
His fingers circle me faster, and I tilt my head back, sucking in desperate breaths. "And?"
"Monty!"
"Fuck me." Someone groans, and it takes me a minute to realize it was me.
Killian chuckles darkly in my ear. "Happily."
I don't know how he maintains a rhythm on my clit, but he finds a spot that picks me up high, floating on an incessant bed of pleasure as his cock pistons into me with a renewed fervor. I come so hard and fast that I can't even register that I did before he's pulling another one out of me, sending vibrations through to my chest that come out my throat in a series of sounds I don't even really hear.
"Oh God," I cry, feeling everything inside of me shake as my eyes begin to roll.
I can feel the cramping in my toes as I curl them so desperately, trying to both escape the torture and also relish the pleasure.
"Kill— I— can't— "
"If you come before I say you can, I'll make you do it again." Killian's voice is a growl as he threatens me, but it's useless. I can't resist the pleasure no matter how hard I try to squirm out from beneath him, and this time the orgasm picks me up and slams me brutally back to earth in the space of a second. I can still feel my stomach spasming as the pleasure builds again, my swollen clit aching and burning and throbbing with the need for another.
"I c— can't— " I gasp at the relentless sensations, sucking in a breath that I promptly choke on.
"You were made for me." Killian growls. "For us. And you can take everything we give you."
"I--" I don't know what I'm going to say. My brain feels like it's melted, and everything is on fire, but the third orgasm he threatened me with rears its head as his thrusts become less coordinated. I can feel how wet I am between my legs-- not just my thighs, but my ass. Is it my blood or Cody's? Is it Monty's cum or my own?
"Don't you fucking dare." He growls, releasing his grip on my neck so that he can grip my hips.
I don't have the energy to lift my face, and even if I did, I think he'd send me careening to the floor with the fury of his thrusts. Instead, he anchors himself with his grip on me, and I surrender, giving up my last breath because I can't think, can't breathe, can't imagine a pain more brutal or a pleasure more satisfying or a love more filling. My heart hammers through my chest like it can jumpstart Cody's beneath me, but other than that, everything stops as I give it up. The world almost seems to slow down, reality melting right along with my brain as he forces my orgasm out of me in tandem with his.
I don't remember closing my eyes, but darkness descends, and stars shoot through the canvas behind my lids, great sparks of light that explode like fireworks, bursting from a single point of origin and painting the inside of my skull with their vicious and beautiful colors. I feel firecrackers ricochet in my empty head, the pressure caving me in until darkness takes over once more.