Chapter 33
Hard.
For a few seconds, that was the only thing Fairchild’s brain was able to think.
Hard. So very, very hard. Reece’s cock felt like a rod of forged steel inside her.
It felt like a sculpture carved from the finest stone and polished to perfection.
Harder than diamond. Harder than her will. Impossibly hard.
The way he was giving it to her was hard too—harder than she’d ever taken it in her life.
The taut muscles of his pelvis spanked her backside with every thrust, and the walls of the training room echoed with the sounds of skin striking skin.
The air was already thick with the scent of their coupling.
Both their bodies were slick with sweat.
“Is this what you want?” Reece grunted behind her. “Is this what you want?”
Her lips said, “Yes!”
But her mind… her mind said no.
She didn’t just want it. She needed it—needed it—the way she needed food and water, the way she needed air. She needed this man inside of her. She needed to be forced into submission by the only man who could truly dominate her.
Or better yet, three of them.
As the strength began returning to Fairchild’s arms, Nash and Dutton relinquished their hold on her, and they moved around in front of her, kneeling on the mat of the octagon.
They could have taken their pants off like normal men, but they would have had to remove their boots first, and that would have taken time—too much time.
Fairchild was grateful when they followed Reece’s lead, tearing their pants away from their bodies like the savage beasts they were.
In the blink of an eye, both of them were naked before her, hard and throbbing with desire.
“Give me,” Fairchild begged, her voice hiccuping with the impacts of Reece’s thrusting. “Give me, give me, give m—”
It was Dutton who silenced her, filling her mouth with his incredible girth. He didn’t even have to move once he was inside. Reece did all the work for him, forcing Fairchild’s lips down the length of his shaft with every thrust.
Her mind drifted back to that first day aboard the Allura when Reece and Dutton had shared her body in a similar fashion.
It had felt incredible then, but it felt even better now.
These men weren’t just her teammates anymore.
They were her lovers, her mates. They had made a baby inside her, and she had a feeling they were going to make many more in the cycles to come.
Fairchild was looking forward to it. She was looking forward to being bred by these men, over and over again.
After a minute, Dutton slid his cock out of her so Nash could have a turn. The young warrior groaned with pleasure as she took him deep inside her mouth.
“That’s it,” he purred. “Suck that dick like a good girl.”
Cocky bastard.
Up to that point, Fairchild had been careful to use only her lips and her tongue. Now she decided to bare her fangs, grazing her teeth along the hard length of Nash’s shaft. He hissed on an inhale, then laughed and grabbed a tight fistful of her hair.
“So, you wanna play rough, huh? I can do that…”
He shoved his cock inside her face as far as it would go and started to thrust, using her mouth almost as hard as Reece was using her pussy. Tears flooded her eyes, and wet clucking sounds issued from her ravaged throat.
It was exactly what she needed.
When Nash finally eased up, Fairchild’s lips came away from him gasping and trailing strings of spit.
She switched back to Dutton for a while, sucking him greedily while she stroked Nash’s dick with her hand.
Then back to Nash. Then Dutton. Then Nash.
Back and forth, back and forth, sucking one and jacking the other, letting them share her mouth between them while Reece continued pummeling her from behind.
Her pussy clenched around him. She was going to come again. Oh God, she was going to come.
They all were.
It was Reece who pulled the trigger. The first hot gush of his climax ignited Fairchild’s own. She quaked. She moaned. Nash was in her mouth, and he was coming too, shooting his warm cream across her tongue. Dutton spent himself all over her face.
At last, her muscles gave out, and she collapsed onto the mat between them. Reece let her rest for all of two seconds before flipping her onto her back.
His dick was still rock hard and dripping with cum. So were Dutton’s and Nash’s.
“I hope you don’t think you’re getting off that easy,” Reece said.
He grabbed one of her wrists, Dutton grabbed the other, and together they dragged her over to the side of the octagon.
Reece picked up one of the boxing wraps he had thrown there earlier and used it to tie her wrists together above her head.
Dutton tied the other end to the chain-link cage.
It was long enough to let her move around a little, but not enough for her to escape.
Not that she had any intention of escaping.
Reece said, “I told you we were gonna take turns breeding your pussy, and I meant it.” He looked down at the fresh load that was oozing out of her. “I’ve had my turn. Now it’s time for Dutton and Nash to have a go.”
The two men lay down beside her, one on each side, and lifted her legs. She was trembling and dripping with sweat.
“You’re not too tired to go on,” Nash taunted, “are you?”
“Fuck no,” Fairchild fired back. “Are you?”
A smirk. “What’s it feel like?”
He thrust his hips, and his cock entered her with a wet squelch of displaced fluid.
He then proceeded to ravage her rough and deep, his rhythmic penetration lubricated by Reece’s hot seed.
With infuriating speed and skill, he brought her right up to the edge of another climax.
Then, at the last possible moment, he pulled out.
She whimpered at the unexpected deprivation.
“Fuck,” Nash said. “You gotta try this, Dutt. Her pussy feels even better with a load inside it.”
“I’ll bet,” said Dutton. “Just look how she’s gaping.”
He ran his fingers around her soiled entrance, then he slid his cock inside and started to thrust, slower than Nash had done, but every bit as commanding. She moaned as an impending climax started welling inside her.
But again, she was denied.
Dutton slid out of her with a wet sound, and Nash took his place.
“Stop teasing me,” Fairchild whined.
Dutton brushed a cum-stained finger across her lips.
“We’re not teasing you, darling. We’re sharing you.” He looked across her body at his comrade. “Say Nash, who’s gonna come inside her first, me or you?”
Nash grinned, still thrusting.
“Fight you for it.”
“Shit,” Dutton chuckled. “I’ll lay your ass out, youngblood.”
Nash pulled out.
“We’ll see about that, old man.”
Fairchild gasped aloud. She’d been close that time. So freaking close. She was starting to get angry.
“Stop it!” she said. “Don’t fight over me.”
“What’s the matter?” Nash asked. “You haven’t gone pacifist on us, have you?”
“No. I want you to share me. I mean… really share me.”
She spread her legs as wide as they could go.
Dutton and Nash looked at her, then at each other, then back at her again.
“You mean…?”
“Yes,” said Fairchild. “Both of you. At the same time.”
They hesitated, but only for a moment. They didn’t ask whether she could handle it. They already knew what she would say.
Dutton, being the thicker of the two, entered her first, and he stirred his cock around inside to get her loosened up.
Then, when she was ready, Nash pressed his tip between her legs and started to nudge.
It took some effort, and time, but at last he managed to work himself in alongside his partner.
Their two cocks stretched her to the limit.
The sensation of fullness was incredible.
Dutton checked in with her. “You doing alright, sweetheart?”
She bit her lip and nodded. Dutton kissed her face. He didn’t seem to mind that it was still painted with his cum.
“Good girl,” he whispered softly. Then he looked at Nash and nodded.
They began to move inside her, sliding in and out with an alternating rhythm, their double friction lubricated by her wet arousal and Reece’s warm cum. She could feel every detail of them gliding against her inner walls. Every contour. Every vein.
They felt good.
No… they felt perfect.
There was only one thing that was missing, and that was Reece. Her old friend was standing a few steps away. He was naked, save for the boots on his feet, and he was obviously enjoying the show. His hard cock was in his hand, and he was stroking it with a slow steady rhythm while he watched.
Fairchild didn’t have to tell him what she needed.
All she had to do was open her lips, and he knew.
He came to her, stepping carefully among the tangle of limbs, until he was close enough to brace against the side of the cage.
With his free hand, he offered himself to her, all hard and hot and slathered with cum.
“Is this what you need?” he whispered.
“Mhm…”
Her lips were already around him, around his tip, then his hardened shaft.
She could still taste herself on him, the taste of him and her together, a heady mixture that made her moan.
He thrust into her gently, giving her just as much as she needed, while down between her legs, Nash and Dutton gave her more, and more, and more.
Over the past weeks, the three men had dominated her dozens, perhaps even hundreds of times, but never quite like this, never so completely.
They owned her now, body and soul.
She wanted to tell them how much she loved them, but words were impossible at the moment, so she told them with her body instead. She told them with her eyes, with her tongue, with her pussy. And she begged them, begged them to love her back.
They did.
Their bodies answered hers with a surge of love so hot and abundant, she thought it would never end.
Dutton and Nash both pushed themselves deep inside and filled her with a double-barreled climax.
She could feel it gushing warm and thick against the deepest part of her, and she responded with a double orgasm of her own.
Reece came with her, unloading hard into her mouth before pulling back and sending more than a dozen thick ropes arcing over her face and breasts. He was marking her.
They were marking her.
She was a mess now, a hot sticky mess, but that didn’t stop Reece from leaning down and claiming her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.
When he had kissed his fill, he let the other men take their turns, first Dutton, then Nash.
Afterward, Fairchild leaned back against the chain-link wall of the cage and looked around at the three amazing men who had become her life.
The way they were looking at her set her body on fire.
“Alright,” she said. “I’m ready.”
“Ready?” Reece asked.
“For round two,” she said. “And round three. And round forever.”