Raphael pauses, his crown poised along my entrance.
“Hmm…” Rory turns to Raphael, and they share a moment, unspoken words. A muscle bounces in Rory’s jaw. But Raphael’s eyes are stone cold. Finally… “Aye. I’ll fuck that sweet ass, but lots of oil. I go slow. And ye tell me how far ye want it. Ye ask me to stop? I’ll stop. Ye tell me to get the fuck out, I get the fuck out. Aye?”
I nod. “Deal.”
“And no piercing,” he adds.
“And I—” Raphael squeezes my throat again—“will take your cunt as soon as he’s inside your ass.”
Despite the horror curdling my blood at the idea of any of them in my pussy at the same time as Rory in my ass, I whisper my agreement.
Rory fulfills his word. He removes his piercing, then starts with the oil. And two fingers sliding inside my anus. I hiss at first. Then whimper when he adds another. And gasp when he does four fingers, pumping them in and out before pulling them out.
He spreads my cheeks and hums next to my left ear, “Big Red’s coming in, Firecracker. Relax. And breathe.”
I do. His presence, his strength, help as he slowly sinks inside, his well-oiled crown popping inside, encased by my inner walls.
“Fuck, Briella,” he groans, taking me by the hips.
I’m shuddering from head to toe, but the molten arousal finds me in intense waves, making me needy, desperate.
Raphael doesn’t move yet. I feel like I’m trapped in Purgatory, waiting for them to rail me and send me soaring into another dimension.
“It’s okay. A little more,” I tell him.
He pours more oil over himself and slides in another inch. God, he’s so big, so long. And I feel pretty damn proud of myself for taking him like this. The pride in me grows when I think of how I survived the first initiation.
Another inch, and the hot pressure inside me grows again, but when I moan, Rory pauses.
“Please don’t stop!” I raise my voice.
“Are ye my filthy, little Lass?” Rory slides in another inch. He’s halfway now. It hurts, but the pressure with the pleasureis indescribable, filling every part of my ass and my pussy. Especially with his dirty talk. “Goddamn, you’re gonna strangle the life out of my prick, woman. Take it, Firecracker. Take big Red.YourRed, Briella. Fucking love you. And love fucking you.”
He’s halfway in now. “There. Enough. Now, fuck me, please!” I cry.
He starts to thrust, moving with a slow, rocking purpose.
“Fuckfuckfuck, my crazy girl. Taking me so good and sexy.” He scrapes his teeth along my jaw.
Jude fixes clamps to my nipples, then turns them on, the electric shock sending pulses through my nerve endings. Oh, God, I’m going to die. What a way to go!
One more thrust, and then…blinding, searing, white-hot pressure from Raphael slamming inside—all the way to the back.
“Gods, you motherfucker!” Rory growls.
I explode. Convulsing all around Raphael from the inexplicable ecstasy ripping through me, I ride the powerful orgasm, my eyes never leaving the god who enslaves me. When he circles his hips, grinding against me while Rory rocks in rapid strokes, it stokes the fire more, sending me over the edge into another wave of wild bliss.
Rory rocks once more and snaps. He bites my ear, tender but firm, shooting his release into me in hot spurts. The electroshocks in my nipples don’t stop. And then, Raphael is fucking me and touching my clit, rubbing and commanding one more orgasm to rise.
The tide takes me. I drown in the undertow. I drown in them as the climax takes me, carrying me away into a current like liquid stars soaking me in tingling, hot rapture.
My screams are swallowed by his mouth.
And then? I black out.
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Vincent
