41. Hung Up #2
Chess and Felix move to either side of the bed from their spots, one to each flank like spotters. Aubrey sets down his glass and stands, ready to observe the next phase like a connoisseur at a private auction.
I pull the cord slowly, letting the tension build in increments.
There’s a creak from the hook, a slow exhale from the audience, and then Dolly’s torso lifts clear from the mattress, suspended by the harness of her own body.
Her rainbow hair spills down her shoulders, and the oil from Fitz’s earlier work catches the candlelight in a hundred colors.
For one perfect moment, she floats six inches above the sheets with her eyes closed and her entire body a study in grace and tension.
Fitz whispers reverently, “Baby Girl, you’re a fucking masterpiece. If it didn’t break the rules, I’d take a picture so you could see it.”
Dolly turns her head to glare at him—the ‘no nudes’ rule is in place because we have far too many enemies without scruples. Once he ducks his chin, she arches a brow. “You know, there’s a whole lotta stuff behind the fact that you guys love seeing me hung like a Yulemas ham so much. But…”
“More like a pinata, Princess, except what’s inside is all ours,” Felix corrects her with a fangy grin.
“If someone comes near me with anything resembling a bat, I’m gonna rip this rig out of the ceiling and make you all pay,” she says, but then her body shifts and something must hit just right because the threat fades into a moan. “Damn you for knowing exactly what I need all the time.”
Chester murmurs softly, “Don’t worry, Angel. We will always make sure you get what you need, even if you don’t say it.”
Aubrey circles to the foot of the bed, hands behind his back as he admires the scene. “I am very curious to see if she can outlast us. The odds are not in our favor.”
I tie off the last loop and rest my palm on the small of Dolly’s back. I trace the knots, each one perfectly flat against her skin. I turn to the group and say, “It is not a contest, mes amis. It is about appreciation. We savor, we enjoy, we… indulge.”
Fitz cups Dolly’s chin, raising her face to look at her hungrily. “Ready, Baby Girl?”
She smiles, her entire body vibrating in the ropes, and says, “You know I am.”
I grin and lay down the rules, rapid-fire. “No marks where clothes cannot cover them. Fitz? Hands off the equipment unless you plan to clean it yourself. Chester should not have to clean up your mess.” He nods, solemn as a judge, but his grin is a mile wide.
I don’t think he’s going to listen.
Chess steps forward, supporting her belly with one palm, and holding her perfectly steady. Felix leans in, his mouth a breath away from her neck, and Fitz is already tracing idle circles across the bare skin of her hip. I kneel at her side, close enough that if she called for me, I could catch her.
That’s when it begins. We converge on our mate almost like a single unit.
Felix’s teeth graze her shoulder, Fitz kisses the dip where neck meets collarbone, I lick a line up her spine, and Aubrey wraps both hands around her thigh to brace her.
She is lifted not just by the ropes, but by the hands and mouths of those who worship her.
We work her over in increments, as careful and methodical as a five-man orchestra.
Felix bites hard enough to make her yelp, but never marks her skin as he teases her shoulders and neck. Dolly tilts her head for him as the Raj makes her shiver.
Inches down her body, Fitz whispers endearments and nonsense as his fingers dance over her ribs, always skirting the edges of her arousal without diving in.
It makes her stomach tremble, and her thighs shake when he traces around her breasts and mound without touching, but I know by the scent that it’s increasing her arousal more and more by the second.
He’s continuing his edging from earlier, and when she whines his name, he chuckles darkly.
Aubrey moves with the precision of an academic, lining himself up as he stands in front of her. The younger tiger pulls his hand up to ghost over Dolly’s nipples, winking at my mate as he waits for the dragon to bury himself in her pussy.
“Snack size, you’re almost at the perfect height for me right now. It gives me all sorts of ideas, especially when you're mid-air.”
She wriggles a bit in her bindings, but with Felix on one side, Fitz on the other, and me behind her, our bunny will not escape. “Aubrey, you've gotta do it. I need it. Please…”
My dick twitches at her plea and I know I’m not the only one.
I grin as Aubrey’s jaw grits and he grabs Dolly’s hips, holding on as he slams his cock into her hard and fast. She gasps, and everyone freezes for a moment, making certain she will not say her word.
After all, Flames is quite large, and he did not ease in.
But she doesn’t; she just lets her head fall back.
That gives Aubrey permission to move, and he pulls back only to thrust in moments later.
For me, the scent is so damn intense that I almost don’t know what to do with myself.
When my eyes open again, I see Chess drop down to take Fitz into his mouth.
The tiger pauses his exploration of our girl for a brief second, but then he goes back to playing with her perky tits happily.
I watch for a moment, smiling to myself as they give and take pleasure, and then I move from behind Dolly.
Chess has the right idea, and I need to be closer to Aubrey as he continues to fuck our shared mate in a punishing rhythm.
The squeak from the suspension rig is the only sound besides moans at the moment, and I shiver with anticipation as I switch to standing behind my dragon.
He’s bigger than me, but it’s mostly bulk, and when I drop the robe to press my hard cock against his ass, he lets out a dark rumble.
Perhaps he is not comfortable switching in the larger group, but I will not waste the opportunity to touch him.
Leaning, I whisper dirty things as I rub against him, wrapping my arms around his broad chest to run my fingers over his ribs.
Ma petite is moaning loudly now, her body straining against the ropes as she swings with his efforts.
She begs, she threatens, and she laughs through the tears as his dick splits her open, and if I were to guess, the ridges rub every sensitive spot inside her cunt.
I never let her slip out of my focus, but I twist my dragon’s nipples as I encourage him to take care of our darling bunny.
When my scaly mate throws his head back, his orgasm sweeping him over the edge, I nod at Dolly with a smile. She knows that’s her permission, but she still turns her head to look at the Raj. He grins as he kisses her quickly, growling low as the arousal in the air hits him as well.
“Go on, Princess. Ren said you can… this time.”
Her eyes widen and she gulps in a huge breath as Aubrey slows a little. His knot is forming, I know, and he’ll be stuck there for a bit until it goes away. “Aubrey… h-h-holy fuck…”
I know how she feels, and trust me, it’s beyond amazing, especially if you’ve been primed as well as she has.
Dropping to my knees, I grasp my mate’s ass, lips curled up as I prepare to make him come down from the orgasm harder and his body refuses to obey.
After all, he’s the last one to need to bite our girl, and he’s terrified the dragon will hurt her.
I don’t agree, nor do the others, so we’re giving him a little push.
Felix pulls away from Dolly, taking my place behind her as she trembles and shivers with the climax.
Although my dragon is still locked in, the elder tiger reaches for the lube, greasing his gigantic cock up before poising at her ass.
“I will go slowly, Princess, but your body will be able to handle it. You are fated to us, and I know you can do this.”
She nods quickly, not speaking but pushing back against the tiger as much as she can. I catch his eye, and when he pushes in, I do the same with my tongue. It makes both of them let out noises I’ve never heard before, and Fitz laughs as Chess bobs on his dick eagerly.
“Damn, I think you’re killing them. That was fucking insane, Frenchie!”
I can’t answer and Dolly is busy being split in half, so his only response is whatever the cheetah does to make him yelp in protest.
All of us are working together to find the happy ending, and that makes my entire body hum with pleasure.
The scream that leaves our girl’s throat when the tiger moves is beautiful.
Aubrey snarls and I guarantee his dick is swelling inside her again as it’s rubbing against the Raj’s.
The impetus of that thrusting brings his ass back to me, and I work harder to let him ride my face as it does so.
Dolly breathes heavily when her scream peters out, and I dig my fingers into the dragon’s hips until I finally hear the dark roar I was looking for.
“Your dragon,” our mate rasps, and I almost stop because she sounds so pleased that I want to see it.
A low growl is the response, and her throaty laugh gives me goosebumps. “It’s too much for you, lunchable.”
“Nnnnnnnoppppeee,” she replies with another moan. “Not too much. You can let him out a little. I want you to.”
“Be careful,” Felix snarls in warning, but he doesn’t stop the slapping sound of his hips as he fucks her harder.
I sense he’s getting closer, so I pull back and bite Aubrey’s ass cheek hard, making him elicit a huge dragonic roar. When scales ripple over him, I hold on tightly, keeping my teeth in the mark until I hear a squeal followed by three more feline yells.
Ah, that’s exactly what I wanted… Now I just have to wait for them all to come down before we can begin round two as a fully bonded family.
* You remember your word, don't you?
* Final touch