Logan
My body feels like it’s in free-fall from an abundance of pleasure while entangled with Viking and Priest on the floor. The way they wanted me to give and take their bodies’ carnal delights has left me feeling high.
Strong hands maneuver me now, and I can’t focus enough to see what’s happening until the warmth of a mouth between my legs grabs my attention. “Oh god!” I cry when those lips take my clit and scrape their teeth across the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Slowly, I blink my eyes open, my vision blurry, as I concentrate on my surroundings. Viking stands at the corner of the bed, gaze glued to what Priest is doing between my legs.
The man’s ravenous tongue licks me from bottom to top repeatedly until I can’t stand any more and reach for his hair, tugging him into me. His chuckle vibrates through me like an electric zap, and my back arches while a moan breaks free, and my core pulses, begging to be filled.
“Please, please, please.” I had no idea oral could be like this. I enjoyed taking Priest in my mouth, swallowing his essence, but I never imagined I would like a man’s mouth on me so much.
The way they touch and watch me brings back this fantasy I had a few years ago, when I was crushing on two hot football players at school.
Two men at once, and now I have it. I’d forced away those thoughts due to the abuse I was going through; it felt dirty and wrong.
But this, this feels oh so very right, and I don’t want it ever to stop.
“Take me,” I gasp when Priest bites the inside of my thigh. He does that a lot, the biting, and I love it. “Both of you, please, I’m yours.”
Watching them through hooded eyes, they conduct a silent conversation I’m not privy to, and there seems to be a struggle as Viking clenches his jaw before finally undressing. My eyes dart to where his hand moves down to stroke his length, and my mouth waters for a taste.
Trying to sit up to get a hold of him, Priest pushes me back, shaking his head. “No moving. You do as we say now.”
My breathing stutters, but I stop like I’m told, my eyes roving between the two men who have me completely under their spell. Viking’s scars appear more prominent in the low light as he stands before me in the nude.
“You want her pussy or ass?” he asks Priest.
I hold my breath, waiting for his answer. They’re roughly the same size, so I’m not sure if either will be easier on my body. I just know it’s going to hurt no matter who takes what.
“I want this juicy cunt. Ass feels like a prize for you today.” Priest licks his lips like he enjoys the taste of me. The burn of a blush rises up my chest and neck, then blossoms across my face.
Closing my eyes, my body bows at the sensation of hands on me.
Strong, dominant, and possessive as they move me of their own accord.
I’m picked up, and my eyes open to see Priest getting on the bed and lying on his back.
Viking holds me so tightly, I know I never have to worry about him dropping me.
Leaning up, I place a kiss to the underside of his jaw, inhaling the masculinity and brushing my cheeks against the fine hairs of his beard. His growl vibrates through his chest and into my body when he turns his head to nip at my bottom lip.
“Keep doing those cute things, and I won’t be able to resist fucking you like you’ve got experience.” A shiver tingles up my spine from the allure of his words.
“Maybe I’ll like that.” My response earns me a sharp look.
Nuzzling his face against my ear, his gravelly tone sounds like he’s losing control. “Keep it up, hellcat, and you’ll be walking funny for a week. Just remember you have two men to please now, and we can be…voracious.”
My mouth dries as I attempt to swallow, following his apparent threat that feels more like a promise.
“What the fuck did you just say to her, Vik? That look on her face is filled with wild craving.” Priest’s voice is just as harsh as Viking’s.
“Making some future promises on how we’re going to fuck her together.”
I moan as Viking places me on my knees, helping me situate over Priest’s body.
With my knees on either side of his hips, he takes my hands and raises them over his head, bringing our mouths together in a sweet but wet kiss.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth just as Viking shuffles in behind me.
His hand grips Priest's length, bringing it to my opening before I feel him stroking up and down the other man’s length.
“She’s fucking gushing,” Viking growls against my back, biting his way down my ass cheek until he reaches my pussy and flicks out his tongue, lapping at me.
“Fuck!” Priest grunts, pulling away from our kiss and thrusting his hips. “What the hell, man?”
As Viking moves back up my body, his sinister chuckle leaves me wondering what he did.
Gripping my jaw with his free hand, he turns my head, and our mouths touch. “Guess he only likes it when you bite his cock.”
My eyes widen as he begins to fuck my mouth with his tongue.
“Yeah, cause she ain’t aiming to hurt me, you jackass.” I can practically feel Priest’s glare, but I’m too lost in Viking’s kiss to care. “Would you hurry the hell up so we can fuck her now?” His impatience comes off as anger, but I know he’s just eager.
Viking draws back, hissing when I bite his lip, unwilling to let go until he releases Priest's dick and slaps my pussy. I gasp, and this time they both share in the amusement.
“You ready for more, hellcat?” Viking asks. Priest’s cock tip sits at my entrance, and all I can do is nod because I never thought I’d be so eager for a man, let alone two, to take my virginity. “Good.”
The sting of Priest pushing up into me is close to unbearable until he slams up, and I cry out in pain. “Fuck, that’s good pussy,” he shouts. “Tight like a fucking glove. It’ll take us a lot of fucking to break her in.”
I bury my head in Priest's chest to hide my tears, a mix of pain and happiness for the praise. Closing my eyes, I try to breathe through the sensations.
“She crying?” Viking’s tone softens as his hands brush up and down my back and ass.
“Yeah, little hiccups. She’ll be alright as soon as you get your dick in her ass.” I shouldn’t be so turned on that they speak about me like I’m an object and not their lover.
Viking’s hands become rougher as he molds me in his palms, gripping each cheek and spreading them apart, showing off the forbidden hole he’s about to take.
Feeling his hot breath on my heated flesh, I yelp when he takes a bite before letting go.
The mattress moves as he gets out of bed, so I turn my head to watch him enter the bathroom and return a minute later with lube in one hand and a box of condoms in the other.
“What the fuck do you need a condom for?” Priest sounds insulted.
“Because I want to empty my load inside her cunt as soon as you’re finished. Better chance she takes us both that way.”
Confused, I glance between them, afraid to ask what he means while my body and brain are too overloaded with pleasure and pain.
Instead, I focus on the sounds they make as Viking treats my body to another massage, and Priest begins slowly rocking my hips in a way that helps him move inside of me.
Their attention carries me away into this dreamlike state where all that exists is pleasure.
They touch me and manipulate me into doing as they please, but nothing seems to register until Viking taps my back entrance.
He’s gentle at first, pushing then stopping.
Massaging, then moving. I don’t know how long it goes on for, but I’m panting by the time I feel his pelvis pressed to my ass cheeks.
“Christ, she’s the perfect vessel.” Viking’s voice sounds so far away. They talk to each other, but nothing registers until they start moving in unison.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” It’s too much.
Too big. The feelings, the way they move, the way my body sucks them in and doesn’t want to let them pull back out.
“No, no, no.” Tears leak down my cheeks as my orgasm builds.
It’s painful and beautiful and too much for little old me.
“Please, stop,” I beg, but they ignore me. “No more, I can’t…oh god.”
My whimpers and whines go ignored as I’m pushed to the brink and brought back from the edge. They don’t let me come. Not yet.
“Open your eyes, hellcat,” Viking hisses in my ear, his grip on my jaw intense. “Good girl.” His praise marginally relaxes me. “Give me your tongue.” Doing as he says, I offer myself up to him. He bites, then sucks, then licks, and I soak Priest with my pleasure.
Inhaling sharply as Priest hits a spot inside me while my clit gets worked over by his body, I release a scream of pleasure as they begin going at me harder.
On the precipice of my climax sending me into orbit, Priest yanks my head back by the hair and smashes his lips onto mine before doing the same to Viking.
They snap and snarl at each other, being aggressive in a way they can’t or won’t with me, and it sends me careening into such incredible oblivion that I pass out on Priest's chest.
I’m not sure how much time has passed when I’m awakened between them on my back, each with a leg over their hips, their cocks rubbing up and down my slit while they kiss, bite, and suck on my tits.
“Did I miss it all?” I whisper, trying to move my hands down and realizing I’m tied to the bed. “Oh my.” Glancing from my wrists to their grinning faces, my breath hitches.
“How do you feel?” Priest asks, kissing his way up my body and nibbling on my ear.
“Sore, peaceful.” It’s an odd combination. “Overwhelmed.” Never in my life have I been introduced to such decadent pleasure before, and I’m unsure how my brain chemistry will process it.
Viking takes the moment to roll over, pinning part of my body to the bed while he lies half on top of me, his head buried in my throat. Opening his mouth wide, he wraps it around the tendon connecting my shoulder and neck and sucks viciously before kissing the spot where he just marked me.
“Your body was made for sin, hellcat.” He leaks on my thigh as he rubs his erection against me.
“Why am I tied up?”
“Because we’re feeling a little more feral than normal, and if you touch too soon, we might start fucking you again before your body is ready.” Viking’s tone is low, violently intense, and I want to beg him to take me again now.
“Don’t even think about it,” Priest snaps, reading me like an open book. I pout, and he leans forward, biting my lip until it stings. “We’ll fuck this tight cunt again when we think you can handle it and not before.”
“I want to cover her in cum and parade her around like the claimed ol’ lady she is.”
Viking’s words steal my breath. I know what that term means thanks to Finleigh and some research I’ve done. Am I even ready for something like that?
“Wouldn’t she be perfect in nothing but a vest, bent over, and ready to take us one after the other until none of us can stand anymore.”
Moaning at Priest’s words, I like the picture he paints and can’t wait for them to carry it out.