Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
CHRYS
Risk steps around Arc first and a moment later, his fingers trail along my waist, pressing my sweater up to my ribs and my back more firmly to the bed.
His mouth lays a trail up my stomach that his fingers follow. I close my eyes as his tongue traces the lines of one of my tattoos.
I barely recognize the sound I make when Shock drags his fingers along my pussy.
Arc moves around to the other side of the bed, and I reach for the seal of his pants, tugging it down. “Off.”
“You’d be happy if we were naked all the time, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t tempt me. I might demand it.”
That thick head, the hard ridges. Every time I see them, I can’t help but remember how perfect they feel inside of me. If I was able to take every inch of them, all at once, I’d feel a kind of fullness I’d never want to give up.
I don’t need Risk’s mutation to know that I won’t get that until they’re certain I’ll be able to walk afterward.
“We’ll give you almost everything, koah,” Arc whispers against my hair.
“I’ll take it.”
Working my hand over Arc, I can’t tear my eyes away as Risk frees himself and kicks his pants to the floor.
His cock is massive. Every time I see it, I’m surprised, even though I shouldn’t be. I bite back a smile as I wonder if it might get bigger every time… like the zurgle at the cafe.
He walks on his knees across the bed to me, and Arc says something I don’t understand a moment before Risk smiles and—gently—drops his cock on my face.
A moment of surprise makes me freeze, and then, I laugh with them.
He’s heavy on my face, and I can’t help but grin as I move so the soft, hard cock drags across my skin.
When I lick the bottom of his cock, tongue and piercings playing over those ridges, his eyes roll back and his whispered words sound like a prayer.
I love it.
“You’re all greedy, too,” I tell them as I kiss Risk’s cock. “We’re perfect for each other.”
I’ve written posts and ad copy about the way they taste… I will definitely be writing more. It’s another physiological reminder of their biological imperative… At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what Jess would say about it.
Grabbing Arc’s leg to steady myself, I turn over and focus all of my attention on Risk.
I drag my nails up Arc’s thigh and brush my knuckles down the length of him, but he doesn’t let me play.
I don’t try to take hold of him again. He knows what he wants. He knows what I want. He has a reason for that choice.
Stroking Risk, I let my thumb drag along those ridges and smile each time it makes him twitch.
Questing for Shock’s cock, I almost pull up off of Risk, but Shock catches my hand and guides me to him.
A low curse sounds from Risk, and his fingers tighten on my scalp as he jerks, his hot, sweet cum filling my mouth.
A silly part of my mind thought this time I’d be able to keep up. I’d be able to swallow all of it.
What escapes slides down his cock and—my pussy tightens around the fingers trying to stretch me wide—Arc wipes away what I’m not able to drink.
I strain to look up at Risk. His face is contorted in pleasured pain. Through grit teeth, the only word he manages is, “Saints.”
Still stroking Shock, I meet Arc’s eyes and suck a little harder.
They’re both happily waiting their turn… and they’ll be rewarded accordingly.
“We never had any doubt,” Arc whispers, winking at me.
Risk’s grip finally relaxes in my hair and I pull up off of him with a suction pop.
He kisses me and drops onto the bed between Arc and me, and I bounce at the impact.
It forces me to let go of Shock.
“You know, I once wrote out copy that had something to do with raincoats and galoshes… but I feel like I need to do something with buckets or maybe a boat.” I laugh as Risk pulls me up his body, pausing long enough to kiss my breasts and flick my nipples with his tongue before he hauls me all the way up and over him, wrapping his hands around my hips, pulling me down to him so that he can bury his face between my legs.
“Whoa!” Laughing, two more pairs of hands catch me before I can fall crashing backward onto him. I let them bear my weight as Risk’s tongue spreads me and delves inside.
I wonder…
Arc’s laughter is soft, and I feel it in the bond more than I hear it. “Yes, he does like eating pussy just as much as he likes sucking cock.”
“Good.” My breath hitches as Risk nips me. “He’ll never go hungry.”
“No he won’t,” Shock agrees.
Risk has to come up for air, eventually. Right?
I watch his head move beneath me, I watch his fingers flex… maybe not.
I ease myself into a back bend against their hands and wrap my hand around their thick shafts as Risk eats me like he’s starving.
This feeling—this worship—threatens to rewire my brain.
I brush my lips over Arc’s cock, exhaling against the soft skin, and then I touch my tongue to the tip of him.
When my mouth closes over him, he murmurs things I can’t understand, and I’m glad I can’t talk.
A half dozen promises, prayers, and pleadings go through my head.
Hands on my hips move me, reposition me, and Shock slips away. Cold air brushes over my wet pussy, but only for a moment before Shock moves close.
I don’t know if they can, but it feels like they’re holding back their lust in the bond.
Either that, or I’m the only one who’s started to lose myself.
Or maybe I’m thinking too hard again.
My eyes want to cross.
And then, everything turns upside down.
No… just me.
My eyes open wide and I flail, releasing Shock’s cock to grab hold of Arc’s hips. But I’m not going to fall. Six hands twist and turn me around for him. And then I’m not the one moving on Arc’s cock. Shock is the one moving me on Arc’s cock.
My legs over his shoulders, Shock presses his tongue into me, and pushes me back and forth between them.
Shock’s teeth graze my clit. It’s enough to make me moan, the sound breaking on Arc’s cock like a sob, his muscle’s clenching under my hands.
My concentration is so fractured.
I want all of them at once. I need another hand, I need to figure out how to convince them to give me all of them all so I can fuck them the way I want to.
He breathes a sound, and I know he’s close.
I tease him, and I’m the one rewarded when he makes another low sound and his hand grips the back of my neck, holding me still as his cum fills my mouth.
They’re not starved for orgasms, but they could have fooled me. I laugh around Arc’s cock and his hands tighten on me.
I’m getting better.
Only a little of that saccharine cum escapes, and when he pulls back, his eyes are hooded, his jaw slack.
One last spurt shoots across my breasts.
“Oops,” he says, but he’s not sorry at all.
Risk’s fingers spear into my hair and he pulls my head back. He licks the cum from my chin and then licks my neck too.
“Pretty as it is to see your lips dark with our cum, I can’t wait to lick it from your swollen little pussy, too.”
Arc doesn’t argue with us. Maybe that’s all I need to do: drain his cock before I ask him for anything.
Laughing, Arc leans forward, nipping at my neck, but he doesn’t confirm or deny the thought.
When Shock releases me, I wiggle my hips. “It’s so strange… my pussy isn’t off limits anymore, and yet… no cock inside. Why is that?”
“Because Shock hasn’t had his turn with your pretty mouth yet.” Arc places his thumb on the hoop in the center and pulls my lip down. “Do you want to fix that?”
“You’re right.” I bite his finger and turn to Shock. “I’ve been so rude.”
Unlike the others, Shock feels like he’s in complete control when his hands take my head and he guides me onto him. He fucks my mouth, and it’s so hot.
I want to demand that one of them slide a beautiful cock inside me, but it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.
Then, one long, large finger drags up me, and I gasp around Shock’s cock.
Arc has laid down beside me, drawing soft lines along my breasts and down my back, so there’s no question whose finger it is… fingers.
I moan as Risk presses a second inside of me.
It’s not what I want, and he knows it.
I would complain, but I can’t. Shock’s grip on my head gives me barely any leeway.
I’m forced to simply enjoy it until Risk’s palm slides up my spine and I finally—finally—get my reward.
But Risk’s entrance is Shock’s undoing.
Shock curses, and in the same moment, my mouth fills with the sugar sweetness again.
I’m barely able to swallow it in time.
When I pull back, it’s to gasp for air, and Shock kisses me as if he doesn’t notice the cum covering my chin and spilling from my lips.
He does notice.
He sucks it from my skin.
Arc holds me in place while Shock moves and Risk uses me exactly the way I want him to. Maybe he can read minds too, now.
“He can’t,” Arc whispers against my lips. “We just all want the same things.”
I lose myself in them all over again, until I don’t know which way is up anymore.
I’m a puddle of pure bliss when Risk comes.
“I think she’s ready,” Arc says.
Ready for what? “Have you been planning things again?”
“You’re going to like them,” Risk assures me as he eases forward. “Arc needs your sweet pussy right now.”
I don’t need any other encouragement. I shove Arc onto his back, crawling over him and ignoring the cum that spills out of me as I mount him.
They fit so perfectly. Alone, together, it doesn’t matter.
This time, I get together.
As delightful as Arc is, I know they feel the flutter through the bond as Shock moves close to join in.
They move within me again, and I drop my head to Arc’s chest as Shock repositions himself, notching his ridges against Arc’s.
Sian cum is a miracle.
I’m so slick, their cocks slide into me… not easily, but nothing threatens to tear, either.
“No three tonight?” I already know the answer, but that doesn’t stop me from asking.
“Not the way you mean.” Risk is still hard. I’ve been told that’s unlikely, but certainly not impossible.
A bottle snaps open and lube drizzles onto me.
“Oh…” I shiver at the idea of what has to come next and try to melt further into Arc. I want to be as open to them as possible.
I want… Shock works a finger into my ass, coaxing me open, and I keep my eyes screwed shut. I need to be as open to them as possible.
“You’re thinking too hard, koah.” Arc brushes his thumb along my forehead. “Let us take care of you. You don’t have to do anything but enjoy it.”
Easier said than done.
Except, it’s not.
They don’t tease me, they tantalize.
They don’t rush, they relish.
And they seem to know I’m ready before I do.
The bed dips on either side of me and Risk joins us with even more lube. Cool, slick liquid trickles down me.
He presses in. Another long, slow slide.
Arc murmurs soft encouragement, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but they do all fit.
As much as I’ve wanted it, I don’t think I’ve ever really believed I would get them either way.
I crave the fullness. I crave the way that each of them feels like they were meant to be inside of me. They were meant to be a part of each other.
It’s too much. Paired with their need and love through the bond, I come quickly, but they don’t relent.
If it was just one of them, I know I’d be fully present right now. But as the pleasure builds, as I reach that peak again and again, I get lost in them.
I’m barely coherent as I feel them move around me.
“Do you like sharing my pussy?” I ask, any of them or all of them at once.
The response is dark, deep and rasping.
“Yes,” Arc says for all of them.
“Are you sure,” I ask between pants, “That you don’t all want to share it right now?”
I feel Risk shake his head as he hums a no. “You’re not ready for that yet.”
“Soon,” Shock says, and I inhale as a finger presses in alongside the two cocks I’ve managed so far. “You need a little more Vitamin S.”
“I want all of you.” I pout. “I thought I’d taken enough.”
“Almost.”
The non-physical sensations eclipse the physical as they worship me. So much love is focused on this…
All three of them have lost pieces of their own control when I feel the next break. All three of them make the exact same noise.
All of us come at once.
Can you die of ecstasy?
We ease apart like an intricate puzzle, one piece at a time, and sink into the bed like we’ve all forgotten how our bodies work
I don’t know how much time passes before I register the scene I’m a part of.
It makes me laugh—a strangled sound somewhere between a snort and a giggle.
All of us are covered in cum, and I drag my tongue over Arc’s chest, licking the remnants from his skin. “I am going to be sore tomorrow.”
I’ll probably be sore tonight.
Sliding to Risk, I lick the streak of cum that made it all the way up to his neck.
I can feel our exhaustion pooling. Pleasure is amplified, but everything else is as well. If I don’t hurry, I’ll fall asleep licking them clean before I can slip into the bathroom and take care of myself.
Risk knows.
He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom.
The others have cleaned themselves up, the bed has changed its sheets, and Kissu lies in the doorway by the time we’re done.
I got everything I wanted… everything I deserve.
SHOCK
We wind up in bed the way we did last night. The way I hope to every night moving forward.
Chrys and Arc fall asleep first. It’s almost like her thoughts—chaotic though they both might agree they are—help him block out the rest.
We should be sleeping too, but Risk watches me and I can’t read his thoughts, so I ask, “What is it?”
“Did you ever see this happening?”
“No.” But he already knew that. “Did you?”
He shakes his head. “I dreamed… but it always felt impossible.”
Nothing feels impossible anymore.
Chrys murmurs and rolls into my arms. She’s not awake. Her mumbled words are nonsense, and I let the sound drag me under.
When I wake, it’s early morning. Risk is behind me, Chrys still lies in my arms, and Kissu has taken Arc’s spot.
He’ll be back soon.
It’s a constant I’ll simply have to accept… even if I wish he could let this obsession go.