Chapter 41 Welcome（?） Interruptions
Chapter forty-one
Welcome(?) Interruptions
Alaceandra
"That depends," Sorin says looking at me. "Would you like them to leave, Firefly?"
I must resemble an elvisera with how red my body is right now.
Do I want them to leave? I stare at Sorin.
I definitely do not feel like stopping right now and the idea of them here with us…
or even them joining in with us is definitely not a turn off.
I squeeze my thighs together. Nope more like the opposite in fact.
"Doesn't really look like the little dove wants us to leave," the prince drawls.
"That is for her to decide," Sam growls. My gaze flits over to him. I do not remember him wearing those clothes when he left…
I shiver as Sorin's hand traces up my thigh. "Lace?"
"Um… no. If-if you want to stay then… you can." My body is still on edge from being denied my last orgasm. I shake my head a little to try to come back to focus.
"I think they want to do more than stay," Sorin whispers to me, conspiratorially. I cannot help but flick my gaze down to the hard cocks that are tenting Sam and the prince's pants. "I can kick them out if you need me to."
"No. I- uh would like them to stay and um… participate if they wish."
"Oh yeah?" Sorin's eyes are glittering.
"Yes," I say feigning confidence. "If we are going to um, all pursue each other then I think this might be a good test to make sure that we are all okay with what that might mean."
"What might that mean, Parum Bellator?" Sam's voice has an edge of something dark, and I hold back a shiver at the tone.
I clear my throat and stare at my hands. "That we all might be-"
"Look at us," Sorin says gently.
I move my gaze to each of their eyes before stopping at Sorin's. "That we all might be… intimate with each other. I think that should be something we are comfortable with." I motion to the three of us.
"Ah, the little dove would like to fuck all her men?" the prince questions as he and Sam approach the bed.
The look he is giving me…. It is filled with lust, longing and so many dark promises that I feel myself clench around nothing, heat coiling tight in my body. "Yes." I lick my lips. Sorin traces his fingers along my thighs and a slight tremble invades me.
"We didn't hear you," Sam says his voice deep with arousal.
"Yes," I say louder.
"Good girl," Sorin coos before uncovering me once again.
The other two men suck in a breath. "That is all I needed to hear," and then he is on me again, sucking my clit into his mouth and throwing me sharply into yet another orgasm.
I scream and clutch onto him, squeezing my eyes shut as my world once again loses focus.
A hand on my chin has me opening unfocused eyes. Sam kneels by the bedside, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. "Eyes on us, Parum Bellator, we want to see all of you."
I bite my lip and nod. He smiles at me before releasing me.
Another set of hands lazily move across my torso and I look down to see the prince tracing his fingers up my form.
"Such a pretty Little Dove. Do you like being all tied up in vine?
" He drifts a finger over one of Sorin's vines and Sorin's eyes whip up, flashing at the prince.
The prince chuckles, removing his hand from the vine as Sorin continues to torture my pussy with his tongue and fingers.
My body feels as if I am filled with a current, Sorin's tongue masterfully bringing me back to the edge of yet another climax, and I want to cry.
I do not know how I can possibly cum again.
I am a quivering, aching mess and yet my body is waiting for something.
I watch as the prince continues to trace his way up my body, letting his fingers drag over every dip and curve until they reach my breast. He pinches a nipple between his fingers as Sorin adds a third finger inside me, deliciously stretching me, and I explode.
The noise escaping me can only be described as a wail as I feel power erupt from my core, exploding throughout the room.
Suddenly, the small space is bathed in darkness, my heart quickens in my chest.
"Don't worry, Parum Bellator." Sam's voice is at my ear.
"Just focus on us." I feel my body flipped around until I am on my hands and knees, the soft bedding beneath me.
As I focus on Sorin, Sam and the prince, slowly their forms along with the bed appear before me.
The prince stands in front of me his cock on full display, his hand lazily stroking his length.
His cock is large, almost as long as Sorin's and a bit thicker.
I swallow as I eye it. Sorin is behind me just out of view, but his presence is a heat at my back.
Sam is…. I swing my gaze away from the prince's cock to find him.
I spot him at what I can only assume to be the edge of the room, his eyes boring into me.
When he speaks though, it almost feels like his lips are caressing my ear.
"Have you ever sucked cock before, Parum Bellator?" I shiver.
"No," I breath out.
"Would you like to?"
I lick my lips and nod before remembering that they prefer me verbal. "Yes."
Sam smiles and makes eye contact with the prince before returning his gaze to mine.
The prince runs his finger over my hair before coaxing me forward.
"Open your mouth, little dove." I do as he says and he guides his cock into my mouth.
I lick it lightly with my tongue testing the feeling of him and his grip tightens on my hair.
"Good. That's good, now try to suck but not too hard.
" I suck him gently, gazing up at him and he groans.
"Perfect, little dove. I am going to move you back and forth, just keep doing that.
If it's too much tap on my hand and I will stop, okay? " He pulls me off of him.
"Okay," I whisper.
"Good, now open." I do and he guides me back over him, his length stretching my mouth until it's full of him before withdrawing and repeating the movement.
He tastes just a tad salty, but not in a bad way.
Flutters of excitement race through me as he rocks into my mouth a little harder, nearly causing me to choke on him.
I brace one hand against his thigh to try and keep my balance.
His cock is a perfect contrast of hard and soft and I cannot help but let out a little moan as his hands continue tightening in my hair as his pleasure increases.
The sting of pain at my scalp causing a zing of pleasure to shoot right to my core.
My teeth scrape him on his next thrust and he lets out a small hiss.
I try not to giggle at the dark look he gives me.
I continue working the prince with my mouth and tongue and Sorin strokes my back as I do.
My body strums higher and higher at the sensation until suddenly the prince pulls me away. I whimper.
"I'm about to cum," the prince says with a strained voice, trying to explain.
"I do not care," my voice is breathy and high pitched. My mind is dizzy with the need to finish this. "Please, I want you to cum in my mouth."
"I will not be gentle," he warns.
"I. Do. Not. Care," I say firmly, challenging him with my gaze.
His eyes darken and he lets out a primal sound, pulling me forward once again, but this time he does not let me lead.
He uses my mouth, his hips pumping hard, and I grip onto his thigh for dear life, trying desperately to keep up with his quick movements and not choke on his cock as it invades me.
After a minute, he loses his rhythm, his hips jerking erratically before his cum floods my mouth.
I swallow and he pulls away before kneeling before me, his eyes wild.
Grabbing my throat, he lifts me, so I am at eye level and captures my lips with his.
Moaning, I kiss him back, holding his arms as my body sways slightly.
He releases me and vines pull my body until I am once again on my back, my ass at the edge of the bed, while Sorin's hot gaze studies me.
My body is swimming in sensation, and I am almost certain I see sparks leaping from my skin.
Sorin's lips capture mine in a heated kiss.
"Are you still having fun?" he checks in, his face near mine.
"Yes," I say, my voice raspy.
"Good." I feel Sorin's finger circling my entrance before he pushes it inside me and I clench around him, my body craving more.
He chuckles. "I think you are ready," Sorin says, dragging his finger in and out, rubbing at the building ache deep inside of me.
I moan, my head falling back against the mattress.
"Is that what you want, Firefly? To feel my cock inside this wet, tight little pussy?
" He rubs the head of his cock along my slit, and I jump.
Please. I beg internally. Sorin's cock is smearing the evidence of my need all over my thighs and it feels as if my very soul is yearning and demanding for him to take me now.
"Yes, Sorin. Please…" I gasp, my heart hammering in my chest. At my words more vines shoot from the ground weaving themselves around my legs and torso so that my hips are pressed upward, and my legs are pulled fully open, my pussy now even more exposed to Sorin's devouring gaze.
Sorin growls, pulling his hand away and notching his cock at my entrance. His grip is tight on my hips, and I can tell he is doing his best to maintain control of himself. "I will try to be gentle." His voice is strained, his words more to himself than to me. Slowly he starts to push into me.
My fingers tighten on the blanket as I let out a breath of air. I knew he was big but holy shit. "You are too big," I whimper, squirming beneath him.