6. The Antechamber
The Antechamber
Cinder
The door slams shut behind us so hard a painting rattles off the wall.
I don't care. I'm too busy being pressed against the wood by three bodies, six hands already exploring, three mouths competing for my attention.
"Lock," Ash growls.
"On it," Wreck says, reaching past me to throw the bolt without breaking contact. His mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping down to my shoulder while his hands work at the laces of my bodice.
"Animals stay outside," Slade adds, voice muffled against my jaw.
From beyond the door comes a chorus of protests.
"But we're the wingmen."
"This is bullshit! We did the work!"
A goose honks indignantly.
"Outside," all three brothers say in unison.
A crow's voice drifts through the wood, dry as dust. "I'll keep them corralled. You have four hours and forty-seven minutes remaining. Try not to break anything important. Including her."
Then blessed silence.
Or as close to silence as we can get with three men stripping me like their lives depend on it.
My bodice gives way under Wreck's impatient fingers, breasts spilling free. Slade’s hands are immediately there, cupping, squeezing, thumbs rolling over my nipples until they tighten into aching points.
Ash drops to his knees in front of me, massive shoulders forcing my thighs apart as he shoves my skirts up around my waist.
"No undergarments," he observes, face level with my soaked pussy. His voice is rough with approval. "Were you planning to get fucked tonight?"
"I was hoping," I gasp.
"Hoping's over."
He leans in and licks a broad stripe up my center, tongue flat and hungry.
My head slams back against the door. Slade catches it, cushioning the impact with his hand while his mouth finds mine, swallowing my moan. Wreck ducks down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just hard enough to make me yelp.
"Fuck, oh gods."
Ash eats me like a man starved. No teasing, no buildup, just his tongue working my clit in tight circles while two thick fingers plunge inside, crooking against that spot that makes my vision white out.
My hands scramble for purchase. One fists in Slade's hair. The other grabs Wreck's shoulder hard enough to bruise.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die from pleasure in this antechamber and it's going to be worth it.
"She's tight," Ash says against my pussy, and the vibration makes me whimper. "Gonna have to work her open if she's taking all three of us."
All three.
My brain short-circuits at the implication.
"Let me help with that," Slade says, releasing my mouth and dropping down beside his brother. His fingers join Ash's, two more sliding in alongside, stretching me wider while Ash's tongue keeps working my clit.
Four fingers. Two mouths taking turns on my pussy.
I scream.
"That's one," Wreck observes from above, still playing with my breasts. "How many orgasms do we think she can handle before she passes out?"
"At least six," Slade says confidently.
"Ten," Ash counters. "She's been starving for this. She'll take everything we give her."
"Twenty," Wreck says. "I believe in her."
"That's insane," I try to protest, but then Ash sucks my clit between his lips and crooks his fingers at the same time and I come so hard I actually see stars.
My knees buckle. I would collapse if three pairs of hands didn't catch me, lifting me easily and carrying me to the heavy oak table in the center of the room.
They lay me out like a feast.
Which, I suppose, I am.
"Clothes off," I demand, voice wrecked. "All of you. I want to see what I'm working with."
The brothers exchange glances and then it becomes a competition.
Slade is fastest, fingers flying over buttons with practiced ease, shrugging out of his doublet and shirt in one fluid motion. His body is lean and cut, muscles sliding under skin as he shoves his trousers down. His cock springs free, long and curved, already flushed and leaking.
Oh. Oh that curve is going to hit interesting places.
"Show-off," Ash says, taking longer because he's bigger and there's more fabric to remove. When he finally gets his trousers off, my mouth goes dry.
He's massive. Thick and heavy and absolutely intimidating. The kind of cock that requires preparation and determination and possibly a prayer.
I want it inside me immediately.
Wreck just tears his shirt getting it off because he apparently can't be bothered with buttons. His body is wiry, scattered with scars, and his cock…
"It curves left," I observe.
"Hits different spots that way," he says, completely unself-conscious. "You'll thank me later."
Three naked men surround the table where I lie spread out and panting. Three hard cocks. Three very different bodies. Six hands reaching for me.
"How do you want to do this?" Slade asks, trailing his fingers up my thigh.
I reach out, grabbing the two closest, Ash and Slade, and stroke. They both groan. I feel powerful. Feral. Desperate.
"I want everything. All of you. At once."
“Greedy lady,” Ash growls approvingly.
"You have no idea."
Wreck climbs onto the table, positioning himself near my head. "Open up, gorgeous. Let's see how well that royal mouth handles common cock."
I grab his hips and pull him forward, taking him into my mouth without preamble. He hisses, hips jerking, and I moan around him at the taste, clean sweat and salt and man.
"Fuck, her mouth is hot. Slade, you need to try this mouth."
"Busy," Slade says. He's taken position between my thighs, spreading them wide, rubbing the head of his curved cock through my soaked folds. "Ready?"
I can't answer with my mouth full. I lift my hips in invitation.
He pushes in slowly, savoring it, letting me feel every inch of that curve as it drags against my walls. By the time he bottoms out, I'm moaning around Wreck's cock so hard that he grabs the edge of the table to stay upright.
"She likes that," Ash observes, stroking himself as he watches. His eyes are dark, hungry, fixed on where Slade's cock disappears inside me. "She's clenching around you."
"She's perfect," Slade groans, pulling back and thrusting in again. "Tight and wet and, fuck, she keeps squeezing."
"Don't hog her," Wreck complains, even as I suck him deeper. "Some of us want a turn in that pussy."
"Some of us are enjoying this pussy right now."
"Children," Ash says, stepping closer. His hand wraps around his massive cock, stroking slowly. "Share."
He reaches down, finds my clit, and starts rubbing in counterpoint to Slade's thrusts.
I arch off the table, a strangled scream vibrating around Wreck's cock.
"Oh, she liked that," Wreck gasps.
"She's close again," Slade confirms, picking up his pace. "I can feel her. She's gonna come again."
I come for the second time, cunt clamping down on Slade so hard he swears. I release Wreck's cock to scream properly, head thrown back, body shaking.
"Beautiful," Ash murmurs, fingers still working me through it. "Again."
"I can't."
"You can."
He pinches my clit lightly and I convulse with a third orgasm before the second has even finished.
"Okay, my turn," Wreck announces, pulling back from my mouth. "Trade me."
Slade groans in protest but pulls out, his cock glistening with my slick. The brothers rotate with surprising efficiency, Wreck sliding between my thighs while Slade moves to my mouth and Ash continues to oversee like the world's most hands-on supervisor.
Wreck doesn't ease in. He grabs my hips, lines up, and thrusts home in one hard stroke.
"Fuck," I choke out, immediately stuffed full of Slade to muffle my cry.
"Told you the curve was good," Wreck pants, already setting a brutal pace. "Hits different, see? Right… there."
He angles his thrusts and suddenly he's nailing my g-spot on every stroke. My eyes roll back. My suction on Slade goes sloppy as I lose higher brain function.
"She's drooling," Slade observes, not unkindly. "I think we broke her."
"Not yet," Ash says. "But we will."
He strokes himself steadily, watching, waiting. The head of his cock is angry red, leaking pre-cum down the shaft. He's clearly exercising enormous restraint.
I want him. I want that monster inside me. I want to know if I can even take it.
"Ash," I gasp, pulling off Slade's cock, "want you, need to feel you."
"Soon." His voice is strained. "When you're ready for what I'm going to do to you."
"I'm ready now."
"You're not." He bends down, kissing me hard, filthy, tongue fucking my mouth the way his brothers are fucking the rest of me. "But you will be."
Wreck comes first, because of course he does, he has zero impulse control, burying himself deep and groaning through his release. He barely pulls out before he's pushing three fingers in, keeping me full, working his cum deeper.
"Don't waste it," he pants. "Want you dripping with all of us by the end."
"Romantic," Slade says dryly, still working his cock in my mouth.
"I'm a giver."
Ash finally moves. "Enough. My turn."
He lifts me off the table like I weigh nothing, sitting down in the heavy wooden chair and positioning me over his lap. I can feel the massive head of him pressing against my entrance, stretching, demanding.
"This is going to be a lot," he warns, hands tight on my hips.
"I want a lot."
"Then take it."
He pulls me down.
I wail. There's no other word for it, a raw, broken sound of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. He's huge, filling me beyond anything I've experienced, the stretch almost unbearable, but somehow exactly what I need.
"Good girl," Ash groans, buried to the hilt. "Taking me so well. Now ride."
I try. I really do. But I'm so overwhelmed, so sensitive from multiple orgasms, that all I can manage is a weak roll of my hips.
"I've got her," Slade says, moving behind the chair. His hands grip my waist, helping me move, lifting me up and dropping me back down on Ash's cock. "That's it. Let us do the work."
"Wait."
I feel something pressing against my ass. Slick fingers. Slade has found oil somewhere and is working me open while I ride Ash.
"Oh gods, you're going to?"
"Only if you want it," Slade murmurs against my ear.
"Yes, fuck yes. I want all of it."
Wreck appears in front of me, cock somehow already hardening again. "What about me?"
"Mouth," I gasp. "Give me your cock."
He slides between my lips just as Slade breaches my ass with two fingers.
I moan so loud around Wreck's cock that he actually laughs.
"She's vibrating," he announces. "I think she's actually purring."
"Focus," Ash grunts, hands tight on my hips, fucking up into me with short, powerful strokes. "Slade, she's ready. Get in here."
Slade withdraws his fingers and I feel the blunt head of him pressing against my stretched hole. He pushes in slowly, torturously slowly, while Ash holds still to let me adjust.
Full. I'm so impossibly, devastatingly full.
Two cocks inside me, one in each hole, stretching me to my absolute limits. And Wreck in my mouth, thrusting shallowly, completing the trinity of overwhelming sensation.
This is everything I've ever wanted and didn't know how to ask for.
"Fuck," Slade breathes, fully seated. "I can feel you, Ash. Through the wall. That's..."
"Weird and hot," Wreck supplies. "Mostly hot. Definitely hot. She's loving it. Look at her face."
I'm past words. Past thought. I exist only as sensation. Three men moving inside me, finding a rhythm together, filling me over and over and over.
Ash's thick cock dragging against my g-spot.
Slade's curve hitting something deep in my ass that makes me see colors.
Wreck's taste on my tongue.
"She's close again," Ash growls. "I can feel her clenching."
"Make her come on our cocks," Slade urges, picking up his pace. "Want to feel her lose it while we're both inside her."
Ash's thumb finds my clit. Two rough circles and I shatter, coming so hard I forget how to breathe, every muscle in my body locking up as waves of pleasure crash through me.
Both men swear as my body clamps down on them like a vise.
"Can't, gonna." Slade's rhythm stutters and he comes with a groan, flooding my ass with hot spurts.
Wreck pulls back from my mouth just in time to paint my chest with his second release, groaning through it while I gasp for air.
Only Ash holds on, still rock-hard inside me, jaw clenched with the effort of restraint.
"Not done yet," he manages. "One more thing I want to try."
He lifts me off him, ignoring my whimper of protest, and lays me back on the table. Then he looks at Slade.
"Think she can take us both?"
Slade's eyebrows rise. "In the same?"
"Yes."
My brain short-circuits. "Both of you? At once? In my pussy?"
"Only if you can handle it." Ash is already positioning himself, spreading my thighs. "But I think you can. I think you want it."
I do. Gods help me, I do.
"Yes. Do it."
Ash pushes into me first, letting me adjust to his size for a moment. Then Slade is there, pressing alongside him, the stretch absolutely impossible and completely necessary.
Two cocks in my pussy. Filling me beyond reason. Splitting me open.
"Holy shit," Wreck breathes, watching from the side. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of weird shit."
They move together, a slow, devastating rhythm that has me coming again almost immediately. I sob through it, hands clawing at the table, legs wrapped around both of them.
"Can't hold on," Ash grits out. "She's too tight, too perfect."
"Together," Slade agrees. "Fill her up together."
They come at the same time, both of them groaning, cocks pulsing inside me, flooding me with so much cum it leaks out around them in obscene rivulets.
I scream through one final orgasm, the sensation of being filled by both of them pushing me over the edge one last time.
Silence.
Heavy breathing.
The distant sound of a crow having a nervous breakdown outside the door.
Slade pulls out first, then Ash. I feel their combined release spill from my wrecked pussy, pooling on the table beneath me.
"Beautiful," Ash murmurs.
"Mine," Wreck adds, climbing onto the table to curl around me like a possessive cat.
"Ours," Slade corrects, finding a spot on my other side.
I lie there, utterly destroyed, three men surrounding me, cum leaking from both holes, more satisfied than I've ever been in my entire life.
"That," I manage, voice completely gone, "was worth rejecting thirty-seven suitors for."
"Only thirty-seven?" Wreck sounds offended on their behalf.
"We could go again," Slade offers. "Make it worth rejecting fifty."
Ash is already hardening against my thigh. "Four hours left. Plenty of time."
Outside the door, tiny voices start a muffled cheer. A goose honks triumphantly. Something that sounds like ferrets chittering.
And the crow's voice drifts through, exhausted beyond measure. "I'm billing all of you for emotional damages. And possibly a priest."
I start laughing. I can't help it. I'm fucked out and happy and surrounded by three men who just ruined me for everyone else.
"Again," I say, reaching for the nearest cock. "I want to go again."