Chapter 16 #3
“Yes, Daddy,” Snow whimpered, crawling up onto the bed where Sigmund was stroking himself with oil.
Snow crawled over him to kiss him, feeling sticky all over but still wanting, needing more.
It was all he wanted right now, all he ever wanted.
To be loved and cared for, and to love in return.
He shifted to straddle Sigmund’s hips and slid down his shaft with a gasp of pleasure, his back arching as he comfortably seated himself.
He started to rock his hips, trying to find a rhythm and angle he liked, when he felt Der press up behind him.
He paused his movements until the older man’s cock pressed against his already tightly-stretched hole.
Snow tensed for a moment, knowing this was going to hurt to start, but Hardwic stepped up in front of him, standing over Sigmund, offering his thick cock to Snow’s lips.
Snow opened his mouth obediently, and Hardwic slid down his throat, slowly, stroking his hair, as Der’s cock head pressed hard against him and then popped inside.
Snow let out a yowl like a cat in heat around Hardwic’s cock as the second cock stretched him wider than he had ever been before, whining as his hips gave a little buck downward toward Sigmund’s cock.
“Just like that,” Der soothed as he slid forward, stroking over the prince’s lower back with his hands. “Such a good boy, Snow.”
The words made Snow flush all over, his insides tensing and quivering.
He sucked eagerly on Hardwic’s cock that stretched open his lips with its girth, letting Sigmund and Der set the pace beneath him with their thrusts.
He felt so full, running his hand down his lower stomach to feel them inside of him.
Bernhardt and Sigurd climbed up on either side of him, their cocks erect and dripping.
Makellos began to stroke both of them, one with each hand, as he sucked and swallowed and teased Hardwic’s with his tongue.
His body pumped up and down on Der and Sigmund’s cocks.
They suddenly stopped thrusting, and Snow released Hardwic’s cock for a moment to turn and look over his shoulder.
Dagobert and Grim had come to join them all.
Grim had slicked up his cock and his hand and was currently sliding his fingers in and out of Der, the old apothecary moaning and arching his back into Grim’s touch.
Snow’s heart gave a little delighted jump, turning back to Hardwic.
Past him, Dagobert was straddling Sigmund’s shoulders, and the brown-haired man was eagerly sucking on his cock while Snow rode him.
Snow moaned and went back to bobbing his head on Hardwic’s shaft.
He felt when Grim pushed himself inside Der, the weight pushing Der deep into him, and he let out another pleading squeal of pleasure.
They were all together now, each of them attached to the group, and Snow had never felt so loved or so needed.
He felt wanton, nearly crazed by lust, as his own cock bounced eagerly in time with Der and Sigmund’s thrusts.
His hands stroked Bernhardt and Sigurd as he leaned back against Der, his eyes hazy as he sucked on Hardwic.
If he could just stop time and feel this forever, he knew he would always be happy.
“Gonna… come…” Hardwic warned, his small hands tangling in Snow’s hair.
Snow moaned in encouragement, and, a moment later, his mouth was full of Hardwic’s release.
He sucked at the head and swallowed it down as best he could.
Hardwic drew away with a soft groan, pressing a kiss to his lips, his tongue sweeping into Snow’s mouth to taste himself there.
Snow tangled their tongues together, panting softly.
When Hardwic pulled back, Snow turned his head to take Bernhardt into his mouth and suck on him as he squeezed and rolled his balls in his palm.
He did that for several moments, then turned his head to switch to Sigurd on the other side, doing the same.
He suddenly found another cock in front of his face, and he lifted his eyes to Dagobert in front of him.
With an eager moan, he surged forward, Der helping to prop him up, taking Dagobert’s leaking cock into his mouth and down his throat.
He let the momentum of Der and Sigmund’s thrusts deep into him pull him back and forth on Dagobert’s cock, making soft grunting, whining noises as the pleasure assailed him.
He eagerly sucked down one cock, giving it a few swallows around his throat as his hands stroked two others, then switching to take another into his mouth and stroke over two more.
He wasn’t even sure whose was whose anymore; all he knew was that he wanted all of them, wanted to bring each of them as much pleasure as he could.
Dagobert grabbed his hair to pull him off of his cock as he began to come, his warm seed hitting Snow in the face, some of it in his open mouth, and he stretched out his tongue, eager to catch it.
Something warm hit his cheek, and he realized that Bernhardt was coming too.
Snow tipped his head back, sticky seed splattering over his eyes and forehead.
He kept his eyes closed, making little panting and mewling sounds as Sigmund and Der’s thrusts became harder and faster, letting his body go completely under their mercy as they fucked him.
Someone wrapped their lips around his bobbing cock and sucked eagerly.
The head of Sigurd’s cock slid into his open mouth as he cried out, and he swallowed it down eagerly, his eyelashes and brows too sticky to open.
He felt more seed splatter his face, his chest, his hair, down his throat, all of it warm and reminding him of how much he was loved.
He swallowed the mouthful, then gave a scream as the mouth on his cock gave a powerful suck, and his orgasm rocked through him like he had been struck by lightning.
His body jerked and spasmed as his balls emptied themselves into the hot mouth, spilled seed dripping down his face, neck, and chest, pooling into the creases and crevices of his skin.
His body still moved, ass pulsing in pleasure, and then Der was coming, and Sigmund too, grinding themselves against him in a way that made him see stars and brought a wild scream of rapture to his lips.
He felt himself collapsing forward into a warm embrace, the world too bright, his body both too heavy and floating at the same time.
He wiped clumsily at the stickiness on his face, his chest rising and falling eagerly as he sank down against a pillow, heart fluttering, his body singing with sensation all over.
His ass ached, his balls were tight, he was sticky and itchy all over from spent passions drying on his skin, in his hair, and inside of him.
But he had never in his life felt more satiated or more loved.
His seven lovers had each loved him in their own way, bathed him in their affection and desire, pleasured him and let him pleasure them in return, and he was sure he could never be happier than he was right now with all of them holding him and surrounding him with love.
He became aware of a wet cloth wiping gently at his face, first his eyes, then over his nose and mouth, clearing away the mess there until he was able to open his eyes without trouble again.
Bernhardt had a cloth that he was using to wipe Snow’s face tenderly.
Someone spread his legs, and he looked down to see Dagobert wiping carefully between the globes of his ass.
He knew he was probably going to be leaking seed all night, but he was perfectly all right with that.
He wanted all of them to know that he belonged to them, that he loved each of them, that he would always be faithful and loyal to them, his seven little lovers.
Grimwald pressed a cup of fresh, cool water to his lips, and Snow obediently drank it down.
The cloth cleaning his face moved on to his chest and torso, wiping away the sticky streaks left on his skin.
Someone helped him roll over onto his side so that his back could be washed as well.
When he was settled once more onto his back, his eyes were burning with the desire to sleep, and they drifted shut as a warm blanket was draped over him.
“I love you all, each and every one of you,” he whispered.
Each of them echoed the sentiment back to him, but he didn’t hear any of them because he was already fast asleep.