Chapter 33 #2
“Little Viper needs some help removing her clothes, Cam. Looks like her excitement may be too much for just me.” Sinister delight flared in his eyes as Cam stalked forward, flicking a pocketknife open as his cock pressed against his lower abs, the vein along his shaft prominent even in the moody lightning of the room.
Cam raised his hand, grabbing my shirt and slicing viciously down the front, baring my naked breasts to them both.
Cold air hit my chest, peaking my nipples, as a low moan escaped my lips.
My thighs clenched, desperately when a slow throb started pulsing in my clit.
Moving behind me, Cameron unzipped my skirt, leaving me in my combat boots and thong.
“Such a pretty little whore, isn’t she, brother?” Alistair’s nose trailed along my throat, his hands grasping my hips once more before shoving me to my knees. “Looks even better on her knees, flushed and greedy for me.”
Veiny forearms and tattooed hands collared my throat as Alistair unbuttoned his slacks.
Lightly squeezing my throat as Cameron chuckled sensually behind me, he kicked my thighs apart, spreading me.
Dropping his slacks, Alistair’s erection bobbed free, hot and hard, smacking into my face and smearing precum across my cheek.
Five barbells lined the underside, with a final one pierced through the top.
Fuck, I can’t wait to feel that cock inside me.
His hand shot forward, squeezing my jaw as his other pumped up and down, smearing his arousal over the slit as he prepared to feed his dick to me.
“Open your lips, gorgeous girl…” His hand pressed harder, forcing my lips to part and my jaw to drop. Wasting no time, Alistair thrust into my mouth, shoving his cock so far back a delayed gag sputtered out.
Cameron fisted my hair, using his hold on me to control the speed of my head and air, setting the pace as he pushed me forwards and pulled me back.
All the while, Alistair fucked my throat without a care.
The metal lining his dick slid against my oesophagus as a particularly brutal thrust had me gasping for air.
The pressure his Jacob’s Ladder added had my hands trying to wiggle free, wanting to relieve the ache he was giving me.
The two worked in tandem, Cameron controlling my face as Alistair fucked my mouth, pausing briefly for me to suck in greedy gasps of air as tears streamed down my face.
But never too long, the deprivation of oxygen, turning the three of us on as I balanced on a razor’s edge of blacking out.
Alistair became impatient, moving Cameron’s hand and replacing it with his, pushing my face into his groin as he viciously pumped his hips.
“Such a dirty girl, Little Viper…such a greedy little whore,” his voice murmured, undertones of delight lacing his praise as his hand tightened over my scalp even more.
Footsteps echoed as a new presence entered. Hints of forest and whisky invading my nose as he made his presence known.
ALEKSANDR
Tracking Lenochka had been easy. Child’s play, really.
Although, I was pleasantly surprised when she stumbled upon the abandoned church and its altar on my property.
Her innate curiosity had pushed her towards exploring the ruined building, the part of her that loved the depraved, the unknown, rode her now as I watched her from the darkened path get on her knees for two men that were not me.
The sacrificial altar was commonly used by Alistair and Cameron.
I hadn't found it all that shocking that both of them had ended up here tonight, just that their chosen third was her. Watching Alistair cage my Printsessa in, though—that had tested something in me, a feral need I hadn’t felt in some time. He made her gag for him.
I observed from the windows as they bound her, forcing my pretty girl to her knees.
Appraised the way Alistair looked right at the window I had been stalking, ruminating in my thoughts as I watched this debauchery take place.
Smirking with sinister delight in his eyes, he shoved his cock down Lenochka’s throat, eliciting a possessive groan from mine.
Unwilling to wait a minute longer, I stalked into the sanctum, keeping to the edge until I was right upon Lenochka, knowing any heightened senses she’d had being chased would alert my presence to her.
Her enthralling eyes flared as she spotted me.
A needy moan escaped her throat as Alistair continued to fuck her mouth.
Desperate whimpers vibrated up her throat as fear danced over her eyes, and those ice-violet orbs locked onto me.
The lust dripping from her so molten it would have been blasphemous if she had tried to hide it from me.
“Printsessa,” I admonished, steel lacing through my voice as she swallowed, gagging again at the feel of the bastard’s shaft sinking further down. “I thought you were only a needy little whore for me?”
Lenochka began to squirm, attempting to squeeze her thighs together, chasing her need for friction and release.
Still gagging for him when she should be worried about how she would gag for me.
I trailed my gaze down her pretty, flushed skin, stopping on the minuscule lace of her thong, the thin red lacy fabric obscuring her greedy flesh from me.
Lenochka’s nipples were like diamonds, pointing out and advertising just how turned on she was, choking on a cock that belonged to a man that wasn’t me. Her needy pussy was drenching the delicate fabric of her panties as she dripped onto the cold stone floor under her knees.
“Is my good little Printsessa needy and dripping for him?” I growled, toeing my shoes off as I unbuttoned my shirt. She shamelessly stared as I rolled my sleeves, attempting to nod her head, a vain attempt to answer, or maybe to beg. “Or was this all from me?”
Noting the way Alistair’s hips stuttered before speeding up, I ambled closer, not stopping until I was right next to them, waiting to see the pleasure twist his face as he pulled out of Lenochka’s mouth.
Alistair locked his eyes with mine, his tattooed fist pumping his cock as he aimed his slit at her lips and breasts, his cum shooting out and covering her skin in hot sticky ropes of white.
“King.” Her gasps were lust-drunk. The need was so evident in her voice it felt like a thousand little feathers trailing over me. “You, King. All for you…They just found me first. And who was I to say no? If it got me all messy, hot, and bothered for you?”
Cameron pulled Lenochka up, passing her over as I lifted her onto the altar, spreading her legs wide open for me.
Gazing into her face, I noted her flush as I watched the ropes of Alistair’s cum drip down her chest, her pulse racing for me.
A thread of jealousy igniting in my chest, taunting the beast pacing just under my skin that my woman was currently covered in another’s release. Not for long. Soon it would just be me.
A primal need rose in my blood, driving me with the desire to force Lenochka to see that I was the only man she would ever need. My eyes narrowed into slits as her tongue peeked from her lips, tasting Alistair’s cum while she smiled at me.
Lenochka purred, her attention drifting as she noticed Cameron spreading his legs out in the chair Alistair had readied for him.
A dark chuckle left me as Lenochka’s eyes widened, shock breaking through the haze of her desire as she watched Alistair now on his knees, tattooed hands grasping Cam’s thighs as he kneeled between his feet.
Loosening the belt restraining her hands, I lifted her arms, making sure to secure them safely to the hook above her head, keeping them just tight enough so she would be unable to break free.
Muttered curses sounded behind me as Alistair sucked Cameron’s cock down his throat, bobbing his head, refraining from taking a breath.
Thighs tensing, Cameron’s hands threaded through Alistair’s onyx-coloured hair, thrusting his hips up as he pushed down on the back of his head.
His pace was unrelenting, not letting up until Alistair’s nose hit his pelvis and Cameron’s throaty moan echoed through the chamber as he came down Alistair’s throat, anchoring his face to his lap until his cum dribbled from Alistair’s mouth and onto his hands.
“I always forget how good you suck cock, golden boy.” Cameron groaned, releasing Alistair from his hold, a satisfied gleam in his eye as he stared a bit too closely at his seed covering Alistair’s skin.
Returning my attention to my woman, I glanced down.
My gaze locked onto the wet spot spreading across Lenochka’s thong, loving the way her need dripped onto the stone altar underneath her arse.
I reached forward, my thumb pressing against her clit as I pulled the band away from her skin.
Releasing it so it snapped back viciously, the lace rubbing against her clit.
“Aleks, I’m sorry. Please.” Mewling sounds escaped her throat as she began to writhe, her arse grinding in place on the stone altar, her arms raised above her, unable to wriggle free.
“Are you ready to play, Printsessa?”
I licked along her neck, inhaling her scent of juniper and pine. Unzipping my pants and allowing them to drop down, I stepped out of them and edged closer to my one and only Queen.
“Tell me…” I nipped her ears. My hands gripped her cheeks, sliding until my fingers landed on the mess she made of herself, the wet, pulsing heat of her need. Pushing her thong to the side, I inhaled the sight of her bare undoing me.
“Is this all for me?” I slipped my finger in her cunt, curling it deeper, as vulgar sounds filled the space.