CHAPTER NINETEEN #2
I’m about to protest when he pulls out. The loss has me whimpering in Malakar’s mouth before he too stops.
Ciaran pushes to his feet and all three abandon me just long enough to wrestle me to the soft earth.
My cries are ignored as Aamon grabs my arms. The other two take my ankles.
I’m restrained into submission. Made to open as the creature with the antlers, the skull mask and engorged cock ambles up the hill with the slow gait of a monster who knows he’s won.
“No...” I whimper.
But my boys open me wider for their father. For the beast climbing over me, planting his giant claws into the dirt on either side of my head.
“He’s going to rip your sweet hole, Rina. Look at the size of him and your cunt is so tight.”
Malakar confirms his own words by forcing his fingers into my seizing channel. By bending them against my outer wall and casting a fog across my thoughts. I stare up into the glowing eyes of my husband and meet every pump of the other man’s fingers. Growing slick and ready.
“Please, I’m so small,” I breathe, and break off with a moan when Ciaran rubs my swollen clit to match Malakar.
“Hold her,” Vaelith commands and the hands vanish. The thick, monstrous cock finds my opening and slams to the knot without patience. “Wet little whore. You’re squeezing me so hard.”
“I’m scared,” I lie, thighs quivering with every increased slam.
At this rate, he’s going to get that whole thing inside me.
I spread despite the hands at my ankles.
“Good. You should be.”
He’s huffing and grunting like a wild beast and I love it. I need it. I want to beg him to just rip me and get inside, but I’m so caught up in this game that I’m pleading.
“It’s too much. Please ... don’t...”
Still holding my hands, Aamon leans over me and sucks my nipples. He takes them between his teeth and bites, sending a cobweb of raw energy coursing through me that has my core seizing.
Vaelith drives harder and I’m bucking and making sounds that are not scared. As my pussy leaks into the dirt and my creature keeps railing me.
He rips through.
Tears in and gets every inch in where he belongs, and I cum. I wail and seize as he takes me with mindless rage. He drives me into the dirt while I water it. Squirt in gushing spurts that go on forever the harder he fucks me.
At my mid-section, his knot balloons beneath my skin and extends.
It’s growing.
He’s growing.
Inflating.
His cock is stretching my walls to the point of pain.
“Vaelith!”
My scream, the violent flail of my body are ignored as he makes me cum over and over.
“Mine!” he snarls, rutting.
To my horror, his cum explodes inside me. It floods with such aggressive force the pressure bulges my belly. There’s so much it bubbles and gushes out of me even with the plug.
Vaelith purrs watching my stomach expand. He laughs and keeps fucking me.
“My pretty hole,” he grunts, pumping. “Going to keep filling you. I want to see how big your belly will get when I finally breed a baby inside you.”
My boys are no longer holding me down I realize with some vague recollection when my head stops buzzing. My arms and legs are free, and he takes advantage by flipping me over without dislodging.
“On your knees,” he groans into my ear while moving with deliberate thrusts. “Cunt full. I dreamed of this.”
I push back, meeting every drive with my own bounce. “Me too. Harder. Don’t shrink. I like how it hurts when you make me cum like this.”
He snarls and pulls me back to his chest with my hair. At this angle, he’s so deep I sob with the sweet pressure of it hitting the very base of something that sends sparks of pain across my stomach.
“Ciaran, wait. Please...”
Lost in the ocean of my own pleasure, I’d forgotten about the other three until Aamon’s weak plea has my eyes snapping open. My head turns to find my boys a short distance away, cloaks cast aside in a puddle of black, leaving them beautifully naked and perfectly displayed for me.
The two bigger ones have Aamon pressed between them.
His face is a mask of raw ecstasy as his cock and balls are fisted by Malakar and jerked hard enough to make me wince.
But Aamon is biting his lip and watching the brutal attack with half closed lids.
His head falls back against Ciaran’s shoulder, exposing his neck to the hand Ciaran clamps over it, squeezing.
“The number of times you’ve warmed my cock like this and watched them,” Vaelith whispers in my ear, no longer thrusting, but letting me sit on him and enjoy the show.
“I’d play with you just enough to keep you on edge.
” As if to demonstrate, his fingers slip between my lips and gently stroke my clit.
“Sometimes, you’d join them and I’d watch. ”
“Do you join?” I breathe, eyes fixed on the two making Aamon whine and leak.
His cock is a purple slab of meat dribbling with thick, clear pre-cum that runs over Malakar’s white knuckled grip.
“Sometimes,” Vaelith murmurs.
“Do you...?”
I motion to where Ciaran is forcing his giant cock into Aamon’s squirming body. Raw. Unprepared. And Aamon begging him not to even as he arches his spine in offering.
“Do I let them fuck me?” Vaelith finishes my blurry thoughts.
I nod and groan when Ciaran’s fat head breaches Aamon’s opening and Aamon cries out.
“I have,” Vaelith answers.
Fuck...
The image alone has me shifting and gushing around his cock. My hips roll and he cups my breasts when my back bows forward.
Six feet away, Malakar is on his knees, Aamon’s engorged cock in his mouth as Ciaran works with hard thrusts to get more of himself in. The lack of lubrication has Aamon’s face twisting with pain, but he’s meeting every pump, alternating between fucking and getting fucked.
“Malakar.”
No instructions. Nothing to elaborate. But Malakar dislodges his mouth off Aamon and pushes to his feet. He moves straight towards us. Me. I’m baffled until the cock inside me deflates and I’m hoisted off Vaelith.
Without my cork, the amount of cum that spills free leaves a trail as I’m led to where Ciaran has pulled Aamon to the ground.
His back is to Ciaran’s chest, ass fully impaled on every inch of cock.
And it’s a lot. Standing over them, peering down at the state of Aamon’s raw and swollen channel forced to take Ciaran’s ridiculous size has me shivering.
“Get on, sweetheart.”
Malakar motions to the purple dick leaking across Aamon’s abdomen. He even holds it up for me to straddle and guides me over and down.
Aamon huffs and shudders as I settle in place. His chest rises and falls in rapid pants under the palms that I settle on his chest while I lean back.
We both groan as I take him those last few inches.
Beneath him, Ciaran grunts and pushes up with his hips.
It takes a second but I fall into the rhythm.
The rise and fall. I mirror his every drive in Aamon’s ass by sliding down and pulling up when Ciaran pulls out.
It becomes a natural motion of our bodies.
A dance we’ve done a hundred times before.
It’s so familiar and perfect that when Malakar pushes me forward, I don’t resist.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” Aamon breathes into the mouth I close over his, bracing myself for the first prod of Malakar’s fingers against my back entrance.
He tests the tight ring, but he must have realized it wouldn’t work when he skims down to where I’m already full and forces his fingers in around Aamon’s cock.
“Fuck, Mal!” Aamon snarls over my wail.
“Did you want me to pull you out first?” he grumbles. “She’s already so wet in this hole. Fuck sakes,” he gripes a second later when he can only fit two fingers.
Aamon is pulled out of my channel and Malakar takes his place. His cock pushes with painful ease in, smearing my and Vaelith’s releases all over his shaft.
“Hurry up!” Aamon snaps.
“Keep being an asshole and you can stay out,” Malakar shoots back.
“Stop bitching, both of you!” Ciaran growls from below. “Or I’ll ass fuck both of you and make you lick it off.”
That seems to shut them up.
Malakar gives a few more long, deep thrusts before pulling free and returning Aamon inside me. His fingers — sticky — take my hips and guide me back.
Out of curiosity, I glance back to where Vaelith is sitting where I left him.
He’s in his usual form, a tangle of roots and vines.
There’s a faint halo of red in his eyes as he watches me take Malakar’s cock in my ass.
As he watches my unused channel expand and stretch.
Pull wide around the fat head with weirdly too much ease, given I’ve never had more than his vines in there.
But it squeezes in, grinding against Aamon’s through the thin membrane that has all three of us giving different expletives of pleasure.
Vaelith hasn’t tucked his cock away and it sits against his abdomen, a shiny, monstrous beast still soaked with our earlier fucking. My muscles contract at the memory of him on top of me in that wild form, knot shuddering and drowning me in cum.
I spasm and soak Aamon as Malakar drives the last few inches and settles home.
His arms pull me back against his chest. He grips my throat with one hand and fingers my clit with the other.
Aamon is in his element, hands on my breasts.
Despite the uncomfortable weight, the pressure of being so full, I take them both the way I know Vaelith wants me to.
I ride them, never once breaking eye contact with my husband as he watches me get tag teamed.
His hard, hungry stare should be bottled for the way it makes my core leak and my inner ho come out in full force.
“Fill me,” I breathe, pumping harder with my hips.
“Oh, we’re going to,” Malakar promises, rubbing my clit faster. “Going to add to that puddle inside you.”
His big hand sweeps up to cradle my swollen belly filled with his Father’s cum, and Vaelith’s jaw hardens. His eyes bloom red. I think for a split second he’s angry, but his hand closes around his cock. He squeezes the knot.
He likes it, I realize with triumph.
But it’s short lived when he pushes to his feet. I watch him stalk around behind us, out of sight.
“Where—?”
Malakar grunts above me. His weight presses over my back. I can’t see what’s happening until I feel the second cock nudging against my opening.
“Vaelith...”
“Quiet, wife. You will take me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to stiffen as he forces his head through.
“Deep breath,” Malakar murmurs into my ear. “We’ve done this before. You can do it again.”
I don’t know how when I’m already so full. When Malakar couldn’t even fit two fingers in a few minutes ago. Yet, somehow, my muscles are willingly relaxing as he gets deeper. As he claims what little space I have left and the weight ... the raw, agonizing, delicious pain...
All four men snarl and groan when my body unravels.
It floods everyone with a thick rush of liquid that drives Vaelith straight to the base and I scream as he makes me take his knot.
As he locks himself, Aamon and Malakar inside me.
The two men are shuddering and gasping, fingers hard strips of iron holding my spasming body in place as I flail and choke on air.
“Please ... please...” is the only word I know and I have no idea what I’m even asking as I seize and cum again.
There’s something pressing on that magical button, that switch that keeps detonating the fireworks inside my skull, and I know it won’t stop until Vaelith unlocks. Until they pull out and free me.
But no one seems willing to end my suffering as Malakar and Vaelith race to see who can fuck me harder. Aamon tries, but he has his own problems getting railed by Ciaran.
I do wonder what people would think if they caught us like this.
We’re not that far from the city center and we’re definitely not quiet.
At least, I’m not. I realize as I cum for the hundredth time, I don’t care.
I don’t even think Vaelith would allow anyone to accidentally find us.
But the way I’m being tortured, nothing else matters.
Aamon cums first. His load makes Vaelith’s cock slip and slide with renewed ease.
Malakar cums next and his seed fills my back channel. But neither can leave as their father continues to take his time, reminding me who I belong to. When he does, finally, and the sheer amount floods down over Aamon’s cock, his knot keeps him where I want him.
I don’t know how long we stay this way, but I’m half asleep when I feel the cocks being removed. My face is pressed over Aamon’s chest. His arms hold me, fingers in my hair as I close my eyes, content to stay there forever, or until my body stops humming and throbbing.
But I’m scooped up. Vaelith pulls me up into his arms and folds me tight in his cloak. I snuggle into him, already falling into that soft, dark place when I hear his quiet, “Love you, my little queen.”