“That's it, love. Relax your throat and take it all.”
I did what he said, and he began with short, little pumps before he started to speed up, pulling his dick out and ramming it all the way back in.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Too fucking good.” He squeezed my throat again, but this time, my throat was nice and relaxed, so he felt his own dick sliding in and out of me and moaned. “Fucking Hell, woman.”
I felt War more than heard him, spearing through the valley of my tits, fucking them hard and fast. His thumb and finger pinched my tight peaks as his hands dug into my breasts the closer he got to coming.
“I can't. Fuck. Fuck!” War yelled as he let go of one tit and came all over both of them. His hot cum sprayed all over my sensitive nipples, making my thighs rub together for any type of friction. The pink Lust magic that was growing around him surged into me, making my body even more aroused, more ready.
As War settled at my side, rubbing his cum in circles around my nipples, Death’s thrusts started to stagger and get vigorous, his words coming out in a jumbled mess. “You. You fucking. Fuck. Wet. Demoness!” He ripped his cock out of my mouth, and his cum hit my belly. His hand pumped himself a few more times as he moaned, getting it all out and on me. The second dose of Lust from his cum made my back arch and left me panting for more.
I was so worked up that I started to get up, about to demand that one of them fuck me now, when Fame held my shoulders in place. “Your punishment is not done yet, Princess.”
I huffed and puffed my anger but reminded myself why I was doing this and gave him one curt nod.
“Con,” Fame called out.
Smooth, skilled hands parted my thighs. Yes! I did a happy dance on the inside, knowing Con was a fucking magician with his hands.
Fame and Con scooted me forward so my head was not off of the side of the bed anymore. Fame placed a few pillows behind me to prop me up at an angle as Con settled his face between my legs. I looked down at him, hunger for his lips, tongue, and dick clear in my eyes as he looked up at me and smiled.
“Is this pussy ready for me, baby? Is it already so wet that as soon as I put my lips on you, I’ll feel it dripping down my chin and neck?”
I nodded quickly as I bit my lip. His words were just making me even more wet.
He started forward, and I threw my head back in anticipation of screaming for him. But he simply parted my pussy lips and blew across my achy center. I snapped my head forward in a growl, about to chew him the fuck out, when Fame stood on the bed and straddled me, effectively blocking Con and his teasing ways from line of sight. But this view wasn't bad.
I licked my lips at his throbbing dick in front of my face. He grabbed both of my arms and placed both hands on his velvety shaft. I almost moaned at the feeling of him, imagining that big, gorgeous cock inside of me, rubbing against my pussy walls in the most delicious of ways.
“Twist and pump your hands, princess.”
I obeyed, eyes fixed and filled with hunger for his dick, which was barely an inch away from my face. I bit my lips as I kept pumping, watching as my hands wrung beads of sweet pre-cum from his tip.
I smeared his cum around his tip with my thumb, then tilted my head up to watch him watch me. His eyes were so bright, the green in them almost looking neon as he clenched his hands. Sweat began to dot his forehead with the strain he was putting his body through.
I felt Con up his game as he lightly touched around my pussy, smearing my wetness around and making my body needy while never plunging in like I desperately wanted. My thighs started to shake with all the pleasure I was receiving as his fingers would rub on my bundle of nerves for a few seconds before trailing back and forth again. None of the teasing leading to any sort of release. This was fucking torture of the worst kind.
The brat in me finally knew what Fame was doing. What he was trying to accomplish with his brothers. I was going to let them succeed, but not on his timeframe.
I looked back up at Fame. His lips were curved into a smile as he recognized that I’d figured out what was going on. He got off on me knowing. I could feel his orgasm starting to build. His hand choking his dick at the base, however, prevented it from coming out before he was ready. Well, that wouldn't do.
I lifted the thumb I’d just smeared his pre-cum with to my mouth and gave it a long lick, then moaned out as it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. His hips jerked forward, so I shoved the thumb into my mouth and pumped it in and out, letting him imagine what he wanted as I screamed, “Yes! Fuck the bad girl out of me, Sir.”
As soon as the last word left my lips, cum hit my chest, and he made a disapproving grunt. This time, I was prepared for the Lust hit, and I bit my thumb to prevent my moan. I couldn’t prevent my hips from jerking up, needing someone to fuck me, soon.
Fame bent down, pushed my thumb away as he grabbed my face with one hand underneath my chin as he growled, “You greedy little brat.” Then he attacked my mouth, biting my lip hard, making blood spill as he pulled away.
As soon as he moved, I was surprised by seeing Con kneeling between my thighs, jerking himself off as he watched the cum on my chest dripping down the sides of my body. His eyes flicked to my pussy, seeing my folds soaked with my excitement, and he threw his head back in a roar as his cum shot out at me, strings of his hot seed covering my hips and pussy.
I screamed silently as the Lust magic filled every crevice of my body, leaving nothing untouched by this overwhelming need to be fucked. My body started to shake all over, and tears collected in my eyes at the pleasure and pain that rode my body like a theme park ride.
I felt a finger glide through Con's cum, swirling around in the cum mixture that was War’s and Death’s, finally collecting Fame's as well. That cum-covered finger circled my nipple, then pinched me hard enough to make my eyes fly open to find those demon-like green ones fixed on me.
“Now I think you've understood the consequences of your actions, right?”
I could barely nod as my body trembled underneath his wayward finger.
“Good,” he purred, and I almost bared my teeth at him, but I was so worked up my growl came out more like a plea.
