His hips rocked back, the head of his cock scorching hot against my achingly empty channel, and then he surged forward. His cock, much bigger than I anticipated, speared me and I screamed at the sudden pain. He stilled then, allowing my body to slowly acclimate to his size.
Everyone tightened their grip on me, holding firmly onto my legs and Coltan, his fist in my hair.
“Scream, Kira. I like to hear those pretty cries,” Aedan said, his voice loud enough for the entire audience to hear. I growled in response and Zaavyr began moving his hips, his cock moving back and forth in my channel and I couldn’t help but shudder with unexpected ecstasy. My mind was a confused mess of thoughts, but there was no denying how good this felt.
Aedan pinched my nipple roughly and I yelped, glaring in his direction.
Bastard.
Zaavyr slammed into me roughly, the cadence of his movements picking up speed. His cock, although big, constantly felt larger, so much so that I couldn’t get used to his size. He took me in that moment, owned my naked body and used me for his enjoyment.
Only, I was liking it too. I was liking it a lot.
My pussy hungrily clenched around his cock, the friction of his skin against mine overwhelming and all consuming. All the hands on my body burned with sensation and I moaned softly in my throat. My fingers gripped the leather cuffs around my wrists and I lifted myself just a hair, wanting to fight the orgasm rising within me, but I didn’t.
Zaavyr’s hand drifted down to cup my hip before his fingers ventured to graze over my throbbing clit.
Holy fuck.
The moment his thumb touched me there, the orgasm that was threatening to surge over me slammed over my body like a tidal wave against a rocky cliff. White-hot pleasure pierced my core and I could have sworn I saw stars. It was all consuming and I wasn’t quite prepared for the power of it.
I heard myself scream, but I couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming out of my mouth. The raw passion and ecstasy in my voice sounded like someone else, but
I knew it was me. And everyone could hear it.
My blood roared hot in my veins and I shook with it, trembled in the grasp of four men. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned. Zaavyr fucked me hard and I could feel myself viscerally tighten as another orgasm tumbled over me.
I felt him tremble beneath me and he groaned quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. My body felt like it was burning with fever, blazing hotter just upon hearing him moan too. He slowly pulled in and out, gripping my hips before he pulled out entirely and pressed his massive erection against my belly. It was pulsing and throbbing with his own pleasure against my skin.
He groaned low again as his cum painted my breasts, the lavender-colored milky liquid dripping down my skin. I breathed low, my heart hammering in my chest as he pulled away. I could feel it drifting across my skin, marking me as his property.
The four men drew back then and released me, watching me, waiting as their leader’s cum dripped down my flesh. I watched forlornly, humiliated as Zaavyr tucked his cock into his pants and turned away. With my legs on the ground, gravity forced the wet cum down my body.
The tent was silent as the liquid dried on my chest.
Sticky. Humiliating. Shameful.
My veins still pounded with the aftereffects of my release.
Coltan moved in front of me, careful not to touch my skin where his leader had marked. He took out his own cock and I was finally able to see it. Thick and purple, it looked like a monster’s cock. It was huge. The head bulged outward, its girth imposing. Pink veins throbbed down either side of the shaft and I licked my lips.
For some insane reason, I wanted to taste it. I craved it.
He took my legs into his arms and pushed the tip of his shaft against my sore, aching pussy, already feeling roughly used. His cock slid inside me with ease, seemingly growing in size as soon as he entered me. My slick arousal coated my thighs, and he used it to coax a third orgasm from my body, playing with my clit even though I begged him not to.
“Please,” I pleaded.
I couldn’t help it as my body reacted to his. He pressed his forehead to mine and kissed me, taking me as he pleased, and I liked it. My body, already used and abused, rose to him, begged him for another orgasm. He fucked me harder and I screamed louder.
My thighs trembled as I came again, the wet sounds of our fucking shameful to my ears.
Coltan also pulled out then, placing his cock on my belly as he came on my breasts. Sweaty, sticky, theirs.
He met my eyes and looked away.
I watched him walk away with an almost forlorn sadness.
Jax approached me next. I lifted my head, my body already exhausted. He took me next, his cock angled in such a manner that he stroked a sweet spot deep inside me. My pussy throbbed, stretched and tender, as his cock seemingly grew even larger. He fucked me roughly, punished me so that I screamed with pleasure and pain. I shuddered with another orgasm as he forced it from me, before he came on my chest, just like Coltan and Zaavyr did. His gaze searched mine, cool, calculating, and calm, analyzing me before he eventually turned away.