4. The Seven - Fallen Angel & Fae #3
As I lazily suckle Alistair, Azael picks me up in his arms and asks Alistair to lie down on the sofa. “Front or back?” He asks while slowly moving me up and down on his cock that feels like steel-wrapped in-silk. I lie limp in his arms clinging to his shoulders and narrow hips.
“Back.” Alistair swings his legs up on the sofa and gets comfortable, his cock bobbing with the maneuver. I watch his pale torso with a hungry gaze, wanting to mark him.
And the moment Azael lays me on top of Alistair, my back against his firm chest, I turn my head and bite his right pec.
Alistair lets out a hiss then chuckles “Feeling feral are we? Let me return the favor.” Then leans up and bites the side of my boob.
I giggle then gasp at the sharp sting. He strokes my stomach in a downward motion as he eases into my puckered hole.
One inch at a time, as Azael keeps grinding into my pussy.
It’s a tight fit even though they had taken the time to loosen me up. “Did your ding-dongs grow bigger?” I snark and Azael grins while Alistair’s chest shakes with suppressed laughter.
It’s like their schlongs are trying to impersonate a troll’s club!
When I worry that the pain would surpass the pleasure, Alistair tweaks my nipples, pinching and releasing, and Azael rubs my clit in tight circles. They both stay still as my muscles slowly relax, letting myself adjust to their size.
They feel me going slack and slam inside me together. A loud moan escapes me. They set a brutal pace after that. Pounding into me with a feral energy. I can barely keep my eyes open.
Azael’s face is all hard lines, breaths coming out in harsh pants, as his fingers bite into my thighs.
I turn my face sideways to kiss Alistair and he moans into my mouth.
We both moan uncontrollably as he keeps sliding in and out of my ass.
The feeling is overwhelming. Alistair’s hips probably blur as he keeps fucking me from below.
Azael is thrusting so hard that my teeth rattle and I scream out loud, squirting as one of them flicks my clit sharply.
Both groan as my inner muscles clench around them. They keep ramming into me, whispering filthy praises about my pussy and my rosette. I lap it all up, gasping loudly at each thrust of their cocks.
Out of nowhere an all encompassing orgasm takes me by surprise. My muscles seize up, spine curving, thighs clenching, my sex and rosette clamping tightly around their shafts in quick, wet pulses. And I scream from the blinding pleasure, tears rolling down my temples.
Involuntarily my hips arch, but two sets of strong hands push me down making me take every inch of their hard lengths.
My heart feels like it would beat out of my chest and my breath turns choppy. Dizzy with lust, my rib cage rises up and down in loud gasps.
As soon as my walls loosen a little, Azael slams inside me two more times as cum spurts from his cock. His release is like a bolt of thunder in my veins, making me arch in ecstasy.
Alistair lifts his hips up, grinding into me then pushes down on my stomach, somehow making me feel his cock inside my belly.
Azael roars a “Fuck”, painting my inner walls with another spurt of cum. His second release, hotter than the first. With every drop that he gives me, his roar grows louder. His spend brims my sex and scalds the insides of my thighs, pooling on the couch.
Our combined orgasm catapults Alistair over the edge. He bites into the side of my neck and groans, squeezing my chest tightly. His hot seed keeps filling my belly until I feel I might have a month’s worth of cum within me.
He moans, then kisses me sloppily as they both remain buried inside me, their cocks twitching, as if needing to stay connected.
Azael leans over us, and turns my face, kissing me languidly. I bite his bottom lip and he groans, his cock hardening again, wanting another go.
I wind one arm in Alistair's hair and the other around Azael’s neck kissing them alternately until both are rearing to go again. My body has absorbed their release, and I’m buzzing with excess energy that I’m ready to burn off, only for it to replenish again.
Azael gives an experimental thrust, making my breath hitch. “Top or bottom, Alistair?”
“Top.” Alistair mumbles against my throat.
“Wait! I thought you said you could make me come from just playing with my boobs!” I arch my brow.
“Who says we still can’t?” Alistair challenges cockily.
“Open her thighs for me, Alistair.” Azael lies down on the sofa this time, taking me with him and flipping me around so I’m facing Alistair.
“Put a finger in her pussy and make sure it’s still wet.
She might have absorbed our release.” Azael says indolently, winding my hair around his fist. He flicks my nipples with his other hand, inciting a delicious sting.
Alistair teases open my pussy lips, grazing my clit with the tips of his fingers, making me inhale sharply.
“Delight’s pussy seems parched. But no worries, we’ll fill you up soon.
” He winks as I feel Azael rub his huge cockhead at my rosette.
Alistair strokes his stiff shaft along my pussy lips, up and down.
And I settle for the ride with a lazy smile.