"Oh!" My back bowed further, hair dragging over the woven table runner.
Hunter drew slowly out, plunging in again and making me slide atop the dining table as he sank in to the hilt.
"There now," Hunter murmured, his nose grazing my throat. "There now, little one, it's all right."
All right?It was more than all right. My cunt was swollen from pleasure, my breasts were being stabbed by shocks of dull pain, and Hunter was already panting, thrusting, fucking me with a natural finesse he'd learned in our time together, grinding the beads at the base of his cock against my clit with every stroke.
"I'm going to come again," I gasped, reaching for him as I started to flutter, my cunt pounding with a heavy pulse of pleasure that echoed like a drum in my ears. "Oh, Hunter, how is this even…"
How was it possible to feel so much, to take so much, to want more?
"Our pretty pet, our little nymph," Hunter groaned, snapping his hips into mine.
A pair of hands stroked up my calf as Nireas observed us from around the corner of the table. Jude was whispering filth into Ronan's ear, petting lightly at his wings, as the imp tried and failed to fuck the empty air.
And then Hunter stopped moving, his hands pinning me down by my breasts, his head back, shirt opened, and pants slung low. Beautiful. Untidy. Not at all a gentleman. I smiled up at him and he sighed, shrugging off his shirt and then gathering me up into his arms.
"I ought to have moved us upstairs, but I couldn't wait," Hunter said, which was a relief to hear. I was glad not to be the only one driven insensible by lust.
He lifted me off the table, and I thought at first he meant to carry me upstairs like this, mostly undressed and with me stuffed by his cock. Instead, he simply turned and lay down where I'd just been, draping me over his chest.
"There. Now Nireas's patience will bear fruit," Hunter said, kissing my temple.
Nireas's patience?Then there was a teasing press and pull on the plug in my ass, and my eyes widened, a long moan falling from my lips.
"Jude, give her a show, something to distract her while I start," Nireas said.
I wanted to say that there would be no distraction for a cock as big as Nireas's in my ass, but then he was pumping the plug at my opening and Jude was dropping to his knees and taking the head of Ronan's cock between his lips, and Hunter had started to move again. I wasn't distracted. I was inundated, overwhelmed, consumed.
"Such a good girl, a perfect nymph. Reddy was a fool to tell you to keep that a secret, as if you weren't a perfect design for a monster's needs," Nireas said. I braced myself against Hunter's chest, worked myself between the plug and his cock, needing friction.
"So pretty, so soft," Ronan whined, bucking up into Jude's lips. Jude retreated, turning his head to smile at me.
"You were all fools. I saw her clearly right away," Jude murmured. "Perfection and sin and a pair of bow lips to match."
"Oh, please," I whined, not sure if I was begging for more pretty words, more sweetness, or for them to stop before my heart drummed its way right out of my chest. "Please. Please, I need."
"Yes, pretty little one," Hunter rasped. "Your need is dripping down over my cock, soaking me. Your sweet little cunt is sucking my cock so well, begging."
I moaned and shuddered, a quieter, smaller orgasm rushing through me, and Hunter groaned and gritted his teeth and held still as I rode the wave. I sagged at the end, and Nireas grunted as the plug pulled free.
"Don't make her wait," Hunter hissed and then corrected himself. "Don't make me wait."
"No more waiting," Nireas said, solemn and tender, and two hands stroked down my sides as another pair adjusted my hips.
I buried my face into Hunter's chest as Nireas pressed to my hole. His tip was hot and silky and slick. And also broad as hell, bigger than the plug had been. Hunter and Nireas petted me and murmured soothing, meaningless words as he filled me. It was agonizing, burning, but the pain was as satisfying to me as any orgasm might be. My body could, would, accept the cock. I was made for this, made to pleasure and be pleased. I breathed through the stretch, clenched and relaxed, and when Nireas's chest finally touched my back, it was him who was breathless.
"Fuck. Hazel, I—I…" He didn't know what, so instead he flexed, both Hunter and I groaning.
They were gentle with me, Nireas alternating long strokes in my ass with Hunter's deep grind of his pelvis against my clit. When I lost track of my own breath, too consumed by the churning storm of pressure and stretch and heat, Nireas paused, hips pressed to my ass, and ran his fingertips up and down my back as if he were playing a familiar piece of music. Hunter kissed me, tongue soothing and stroking against my own, and I softened between them, breathing in the pattern of the rise and fall of Hunter's chest and Nireas's stroking touch.
I didn't notice the slow contraction of my own muscles, or the way I started to flutter and squeeze on their cocks. I was lost, my attention split to tiny fractions in too many directions. What I did notice was Nireas's hands tightening around my hips, his compromised rhythm with Hunter breaking, Hunter's groan vibrating against my sweat-slicked breasts.
Pleasure was white noise in comparison with the little details of my lovers, the swell of Nireas's cock growing just a bit thicker, stretching me just a bit more. Hunter bucking gently up to try and press closer, tongue fucking deeper in my mouth as he growled.
"Hazel, nymph, you're killing me," Nireas gasped out, and then released a long groan as his stomach draped over my back and he splashed hot and deep in my ass.
Hunter followed quickly as I shook, sucking on his tongue, gushing on his cock. The heat and breadth of them around me was like a cocoon of safety, made up of familiar flesh and scents, and I had eight hands stroking my sides and limbs as we settled, two pairs of lips kissing my cheeks and shoulders and throat. I was sinking toward sleep when a snarl and a sob drew me out of my reverie, my head turning to rest my cheek on Hunter's warm chest.
Ronan's muscles were shaking with tension, his wrists pulling hard at the straps that held him to the seat, little flames biting at the leather. Nireas pushed up on wobbling arms, kissing my temple, and we both held our breath as he dragged himself carefully out of me. He was barely out when he slipped a finger into my hole, plugging me and soothing my tired muscle at the same time.
"If we tease Ronan any further, he won't be in a fit state to touch her," Jude said, sitting on the floor at Ronan's side, his pants open and cock hard.
"I'd never hurt her," Ronan muttered, but he thrashed in his seat again slightly, still fighting to get free.
Hunter stifled a groan as he sat up, holding my limp form on his lap, petting and teasing me with the measured scratch of his claws.
"If you tease him any further, he'll burst before I can enjoy him in all his wildness," I said, smiling at Ronan.
Hunter leaned back, pushing hair out of my face and looking me over once more.
"I'm fine," I said, my blink heavy with satiated lethargy. "Let me have you all tonight, master. Even the naughty pet."