Chapter 21 #4
Viktor rewarded me by thrusting two fingers into my pussy, swirling them and rubbing them against that sensitive spot on my front wall as he continued to assault my clit with his tongue. The dual sensations were electric. My hips bucked wildly, grinding against his face.
“Oh, she likes that,” Mikhail noted with an approving hum.
“She’s going to like it even more when I’m fucking her ass while you’re in her pussy,” Viktor said, pulling back just enough to speak, his fingers still pumping into me.
“Think you can handle that, princess? Think you can take two Dragunov cocks at once? One in each of your tight little holes, stretching you so wide you’ll feel us for days? ”
“I think she can,” Mikhail said, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. He moved, positioning himself between my spread legs, nudging Viktor’s shoulder. “Move.”
Viktor grinned, pulling his fingers from my body with a soft, wet sound. He brought them to my lips, smearing my own slickness over them. “Taste yourself, kotenok. Do you like it? Taste how ready you are for us.”
I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to meet his fingers. I tasted salt and musk and my own arousal. Viktor’s eyes darkened as he watched me suck his fingers clean.
“Good girl,” he praised.
Mikhail unfastened his trousers, pushing them down just enough to free his heavy, thick cock. He stroked it once, and again, the head dark and already dripping with pre-cum.
“Look at him, princess.” Andrei’s voice, rough with lust, cut through the silence. “He’s going to fuck you so hard. He’s going to fill that pretty pussy until you’re begging for more.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Mikhail’s face. His jaw was tight, his gaze burning into mine, a mix of raw desire and that inscrutable, calculating calm.
In one smooth, powerful move, Mikhail hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me up. A gasp escaped my lips as my feet left the floor. He held me up effortlessly, my body weight nothing to him, my legs dangling for a second before I instinctively wrapped them around his lean waist.
Mikhail positioned me over his cock, the head pressing against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. He held me there, suspended for a second, his muscles flexing under my hands as I clutched his shoulders.
Then he lowered me down inch by torturous inch. His thick cock stretched me open wide enough to leave me panting for air.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
Viktor moved behind me and slapped my ass, leaving a hot sting.
“God’s not here right now, kotenok.” Viktor’s rough voice was right behind me. “But we are.”
Mikhail’s grip on my waist tightened, holding me steady, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. I could feel him pulsing, a hot, living presence deep in my core.
Then I felt Viktor’s hands on my hips, positioning me, tilting me slightly forward. I heard him spit behind me, a wet, crude sound, and then the slick glide of a palm over secret skin. His cock nudged against my other entrance, and I tensed, my body bracing for the inevitable intrusion.
“Relax, kotenok,” he encouraged, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to take both of us and you’re going to love it.”
He pushed forward.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against the tight ring of muscle that was still sore and tender from Andrei’s invasion.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, a strangled cry catching in my throat as my body resisted.
Mikhail groaned as my pussy clamped down on him.
Viktor pushed harder, the pressure building, an intense burning sting that stole my breath away.
“That’s it,” he grunted, feeding me the tip of his cock. “Let me in.”
He breached me with a sudden, quick thrust that made me cry out.
My head fell forward against Mikhail’s shoulder as Viktor slid deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching me open in a way I’d only ever felt with Andrei once before.
Now there were two big dicks inside me, though.
I could never have imagined being this full.
“Fuck, look at her.” Andrei’s rough voice cut through the haze.
He was still in the armchair across from us, still stroking that magnificent cock, his gaze glued to the place where his two brothers were joined inside me.
“She’s taking it. She’s taking both of you.
Listen to her moan with two cocks inside her. ”
Mikhail’s only response was a rumbling groan, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he held me, letting me adjust to the impossible stretch. His arms were a steel band around my waist, holding me pinned between them.
Viktor’s hands grasped my hips, holding me still as he seated himself fully. “So tight,” he growled against my neck. “You feel that, kotenok? How full you are? How completely you belong to us right now?”
I whimpered at the fullness inside of me. I could feel every ridge, every vein of their cocks.
Then they began to move.
It was a slow, torturous rhythm at first. As Mikhail withdrew, Viktor pushed in, and vice versa.
They were fucking me in tandem, a perfect, opposing rhythm that stole the air from my lungs and sent my mind spiraling.
One filling me as the other withdrew, a relentless, maddening seesaw of pleasure that had me keening, my body bowing between them.
I was caught, suspended between them, and it was the most deliciously depraved thing I had ever experienced. My hands scrambled for purchase, one clutching at Mikhail’s shoulder, the other reaching back to tangle in Viktor’s hair, holding on for dear life.
“You see that?” Andrei’s voice was thick with lust. “You see how she’s coming apart on your cocks? She loves it. Look at her face. She’s already lost to it.”
He was right.
Mikhail’s hold on my waist tightened. He adjusted his angle slightly, and on the next thrust, the head of his cock scraped directly over that sensitive spot deep inside me. A choked sob broke from my throat.
“There it is,” Viktor grunted in my ear, feeling my body squeeze around him in response. “She likes that.”
He increased his pace, his movements becoming harder, more demanding. He was fucking my ass with a feral, primal energy, each thrust driving me deeper onto Mikhail’s cock. The force of it pushed Mikhail back a step, his powerful legs bracing to take our combined weight.
Then Mikhail met Viktor’s intensity, meeting each of his thrusts with one of his own.
They were no longer fucking me in alternating strokes; they were fucking me together, a relentless, pummeling rhythm that had me crying out with every stroke.
Both in, both out. Full, empty. Over and over.
The room was filled with the sounds of their harsh breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and my own desperate, needy cries.
“Tell us you want it, kotenok,” Viktor growled, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.
“Yessss! I want it,” I hissed.
Viktor’s hand snaked between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit.
He rubbed it in tight, ruthless circles, matching the rhythm of their cocks.
The added stimulation was too much. My body seized, a blinding white light exploding behind my eyelids as my orgasm shattered me into a million little pieces.
My scream was silent, my throat too tight to make a sound. My pussy clamped down on Mikhail’s cock like a vise, my ass clenched around Viktor’s shaft. I was vaguely aware of them both groaning, their movements faltering as my body milked them, pulling them deeper into my spasming heat.
“Fuck, she’s coming,” Viktor snarled, driving into me harder, chasing his own release. “Look at her come all over our cocks.”
A strangled groan from across the room drew my sex-crazed gaze to Andrei.
His head was thrown back, the cords in his neck standing out as he fisted his cock, pumping it with a desperate, rough rhythm.
A moment later, he came with a harsh cry, ribbons of pearly white cum painting his own stomach and chest.
The sight of him sent a fresh, unexpected lightning bolt through me, another orgasm instantly rippling through my over-sensitized body, making me keen in ecstasy.
Mikhail felt it. “She’s still coming,” he growled, his own control finally snapping.
He drove into me, one, two, three more powerful thrusts, and then he buried himself to the hilt and yelled out his release.
I felt the hot, thick flood of his cum flowing deep inside me, a warmth that spread through my core.
His hips jerked against me as he emptied himself completely, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he held me tight.
Viktor followed a second later, his thrusts becoming more erratic, a string of rough Russian curses falling from his lips. He slammed into me one last time, his body going rigid as he came with a roar, filling my ass with a similar heat. I felt him pulse inside me and I whimpered softly.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were four sets of ragged, uneven breaths.
I was sandwiched between them, still trembling, my body slick with sweat and our combined cum.
Mikhail’s arms were still a steel band around me, the only thing holding me up.
Viktor’s chin rested atop my head, his breath fluttering my hair.
Slowly, carefully, the two of them pulled out of me and Mikhail lowered me to my feet. My legs wobbled, almost giving out, and I would have collapsed if Viktor hadn’t caught me from behind, steadying me against him.
Viktor chuckled against my ear. “She can barely stand. We broke her.”
“We did,” Mikhail agreed. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my damp cheek. His eyes were remarkably warm as he stared down at me.
From the armchair, Andrei watched us, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. He’d cleaned himself up with my torn panties, but was still slouched in the chair, looking like a lion who’d just feasted on a whole damn herd.
“That was quite a performance,” Andrei drawled, slow-clapping, his gaze raking over my naked, trembling form. “You three put on a good show.”
Viktor grinned, shifting me slightly so I was leaning more against him. “Told you we would, little brother.”
Andrei’s gaze drifted to Mikhail, then back to me. His smirk widened. “So? How was it? Was it everything you imagined? Being fucked by two Dragunovs at once? You’ve got a flood of cum pouring out of you right now. Did you enjoy it as much as it sounded like you did?”
A fresh wave of heat washed over me, a hot blush that I was sure covered me from head to toe. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I could only stare, embarrassed, at a spot on the marble floor, my body still humming with the aftershocks of such an intense experience.
“She’s speechless,” Viktor noted with a laugh. “That’s a good sign.”
Mikhail moved to the bar in the corner of the room. He returned a moment later with a glass of water, handing it to me.
“Drink,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
My fingers trembled as I gratefully took the glass and held it to my cheek, the cool condensation a welcome shock against my heated skin.
I took a long drink, the crisp water soothing my dry throat.
When I handed the glass back, my gaze finally lifted to Mikhail’s.
There was no teasing in his eyes, no dark amusement like in Viktor’s or Andrei’s.
There was only a deep, passionate intensity that was solely focused on me.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Andrei finally pushed himself out of the armchair.
He moved slowly, with a feral grace that made my stomach flip.
He stopped in front of me, his pants hanging open and low on his hips, his spent cock still impressive even in its softening state.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.
“Answer me, princess,” he growled. “How was it?”
I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t find the words. How could I possibly describe what it felt like to be so completely possessed, to be stretched and filled and used until I was a trembling, sobbing mess? How could I explain the dark, depraved pleasure of it?
Andrei’s thumb brushed over my lower lip. “You don’t have to say it,” he murmured, a small, victorious smile playing on his lips. “I can see it in your eyes. You loved every second of it.”
And he was right.
I did.