I inhale sharply as he pulls my hips backwards, my ass cheeks spread, and then Jude thrusts hard inside my dripping pussy.
“Shit, Nightingale,” he says, his voice gruff and gravelly, pumping his hips back and forth, leaving me reeling and grasping with my hands. “I can feel their cum coating my dick.”
“Juuude,” I sigh, the sound broken and full of desperate need.
“We’re just getting started, my little broken bird,” he replies, fucking into me like he needs it to live.
“That’s enough!” Tarl shouts, and I look up at him, gasping as Jude suddenly pulls out. A small whine escapes my lips, and while a part of me worries that I’m giving them too much power over me, another knows that it’s too late. “Don’t worry,Eshgham,” he tells me, cupping my cheek and bringing me upright. “He was just lubing up so he can fuck that pretty little asshole of yours while I’m buried in your sweet cunt.”
No fucking words. I have no response to what he’s just told me.
“Told you,” Jude singsongs from behind me, bending down to hook one of my legs over his elbow. I wobble as he straightens, my heeled shoe making me teeter, but three sets of hands steady me, holding me up as I’m forced to stand on one leg. My hands grip their arms, my fingers digging into Aeron and Knox’s forearms.
“Deep breath, Dove,” Aeron says, his voice calm, and I look to see an almost indulgent look on his face, softening his usually harsh features. Don’t get me wrong, his pupils are blown, and his suit is all messed up, his now-hard dick standing proud.
Nodding, I do as he says, taking a gulping breath when I feel Jude pressing against my tight ring. No prep or anything, the bastard, but as he pushes past my entrance, I can’t deny that thesharp pain makes my pussy drip with the need to be filled as well.
“You’re doing so well,Koshgelam,” Tarl praises, and my heart flutters at his words. “That’s it, take him all.”
“Fuck, she’s so fucking tight,” Jude grits out, pushing further in until his entire length is inside me. “You feel fucking incredible, Nightingale.”
I pant as he moves, his thrusts shallow until my body gets used to him, and my hips undulate in time with each one. His piercings drag against the inside of me in a way that I’ve never experienced before, and I’m fucking dripping for him.
“More,” I keen, looking up at Tarl. “Please, Tarl. I need you inside me too.”
His lips quirk up in a suggestive smile at my words, a sensuous flame in his beautiful eyes. “Since you asked so nicely, Pretty Bird.”
He steps closer, Jude pausing as I watch Tarl line up his dick with my cunt. His metal flashes as it catches the sunlight, then he disappears inside me, and I can’t even think as I’m stretched between them. My brain up and leaves, and all I can do is feel, trying to ride out the intense sensations of having Tarl and Jude inside me at once. Sweat breaks out across my skin, and it has nothing to do with the warm summer’s day.
“Such,” Tarl bites out, sinking deeper. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“You guys need to try this,” Jude states, his voice strained as Tarl bottoms out. They pause, and we stand there, locked together and just existing for a moment. Connected.
The heat burns inside me again, and they chuckle when I wiggle, desperately seeking friction.
“Do you want us to fuck you hard, Pretty Bird?” Tarl asks, one hand around the back of my neck, the other gripping my hip.
“Yes, please. A thousand times yes!” I gasp out, the tips of my still mostly nailless fingers sinking further into the boys’ arms.
“As you wish,” Jude answers, but I don’t get time to appreciate The Princess Bride reference because, in the next moment, he pulls almost all the way out only to slam back into me. Sparks fly from our point of connection, Tarl groaning when I clench around him.
They find a rhythm, a push and pull where they use me as a rag doll, and I just hold on for dear life, both of their piercings adding an extra texture that I didn’t know I needed in my life. Occasionally, one will leave my body, only to thrust back inside as if they can’t bear to be apart from me for that long.
“Put her leg on my shoulder, Brat,” Tarl orders, sweat glistening on his caramel skin. My mouth waters at the thought of licking it off, but I can’t move, trapped between them and their desire. He’s still got his shirt on, though it’s undone, and I can see his inked-up chest and abs gleaming in the sunlight.
I’m about to protest, to tell them I won’t stretch like that, but then my ankle rests on Tarl’s muscular shoulder and I’m screaming with how deep they can go with this angle. I know that I’m fulfilling Aeron’s promise for the whole stadium to hear me, but I just can’t contain the pleasure that’s filling me up right now. It’s too much for a mere mortal to handle.
My cries turn into whimpers and gasps as they build me up, pushing me over the edge and into the abyss as an orgasm crashes over me, my body trying to seize as waves of intense pleasure roll me over and under like a piece of driftwood in a raging sea.
“I can’t last much longer,” Jude rasps between gritted teeth. “She’s gripping me like a fucking vise.”
“You will come when I tell you to, Brat,” Tarl snarls, his movements becoming furious. “And you will come one more time for your masters, Pretty Bird.”
“I–I c–c–can’t!” I sob, tears gathering in my eyes as my orgasm lingers, easing up only slightly.
“Yes, you fucking will,” Aeron commands, his tone hard and unwavering and I turn to face him. His arm is moving up and down as he pumps his dick, a deep furrow in between his thick brows. “Because we demand it, Dove.”
“Prove to us you are ours completely, Little Bird,” Knox says in a gruff voice from the other side, and I whip my head around to see him in a similar position to Aeron, large cock in hand as he pumps it furiously.
