“But then,” I huff, out of breath, as my aching nipples scratch against his chest, giving me shudders, “you can’t come inside.”
“Why not? I can’t exactly get you pregnant.” Donatello licks at the bottom of my lips.
“Because you’re a vampire. You can’t come inside unless invited, right?” I tease with a smirk. Can’t believe I had enough sense in my lust-hazed mind to make a joke right now.
Donatello smirks back, then kisses me with hunger. He’s still careful, but there’s something more urgent, hungrier about this kiss. He grips my ass and guides his cock inside me.
As expected, I’m drenched as a rain forest, and the glide is easy even with his girth. I moan all the way until he’s sheathed inside me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Donatello doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. He’s all deep grunts and clenched jaw, his eyes swirling red as he pumps. Fuck, his cock is amazing. Perfect girth to rake against my walls, igniting my core once more. I move back against him, bouncing, and he cranes his neck to take one nipple into his mouth.
I throw my head back, hair showering down my back for just a second. Ren knots his fingers through my strands, and I gaze up at him, finding his eyes as golden as Apollo’s. His breath comes out shallow, and I lower my gaze to watch his fist closed around his cock, pre-come dripping from the head. Some hits his fingers, and he brings the juice up to my lips. I lick at them like I’m parched. Ren grunts in desire, then tugs my head closer and presses his cock to my lips. I lick, eating up his taste, then I open my mouth to let him in. His cock slides over my tongue to the back of my throat, then back out, and I slurp on his head for a heartbeat. But sweet Ren has other things in mind. He grips my hair hard, making the roots sting with delicious pain, and he guides my mouth up and down his length. All I have to do is hollow my cheeks out, and he uses me in the naughtiest, best way. I clench my pussy around Donatello’s cock, groaning to the scent of Ren, to the feel of him twitching over my tongue.
I won’t lie, I gag here and there because I’m nowhere near the champ of deep throating I wanted to be, but Ren just pulls back for a sec, giving me space to breathe, then pumps back in, the speed growing every time I swallow more of his pre-come.
Pleasure ignites every cell in my being, but I’m still missing something. Someone. I try to look at Apollo, but it’s impossible in this position. Thankfully he reads my mind, and his hands sear onto my hips. My mind flashes with possibilities. I’d die to jerk him off, have him coming all over my face. He could fuck my tits, but we’d have to move around for that to happen. Or maybe he could jerk himself off and cover my ass with his seed.
Fuck, all these ideas are hot, and I can’t know what Apollo’s thinking.
I hear him spit, then the head of his cock touches my back entrance. Oh, yeah. I had forgotten about that. I close my eyes and prepare for the pain. Prepare for the onslaught of dry pumps I got used to.
“Make her come already, Donatello,” Apollo says, reaching around me for my clit and strumming it like a cello. My core tightens. Donatello chuckles in disbelief beneath me, then his lips connect to my neck, and he bites. Not vampire-bite, just a regular bite, sucking like he wants to leave the darkest hickey of all.
I angle my hips, and his speed hits a mind-blowing point that leaves me no option but to come so hard I think I blackout. Pleasure explodes in the back of my lids, lights popping, and electricity runs all over me. I don’t think I’ve ever had one this big. The combination of Apollo’s fingers on my clit and Donatello’s cock inside me keeps me coming, one after the other, an endless waterfall of lust.
Then just as I’m coming down, my body all relaxed, Apollo breaks through the tension and enters my ass. I gasp, and Donatello pulls out, giving Apollo space to fill me. I choke around Ren’s dick, and he pulls back too, giving me some time to catch my breath. His cockhead hovers my lips, the pre-come sticking to my tongue. The scent of sex is overwhelming, and it makes my body clench.
Apollo grunts, deep in his chest, and he grips my hips harder. “That’s it, baby girl,” he says, and pride flares inside me. He starts to pump, slowly at first, and I know he’s holding back. “Can you keep up, Donatello?” Apollo says, leaving me confused.
Just as Apollo pulls out, Donatello enters me once more. The two start a perfect rhythm, one sliding out the second the other slides in. They match their speed, and Ren enters my mouth once more, pumping at the same rhythm. The three fill me to the max, wetness running out of me, spit dripping down my chin. It’s disgusting and beautiful, and I roll my eyes back and soak in the pleasure.
This orgasm promises to be even bigger. I don’t think I can survive it. It keeps growing, passing all the others, making my heart skip beat after beat until I’m breathless, choking and groaning, out of my mind, out of reach, floating in nothing but pleasure.
Pain stings my ass, and I clench myself around their cocks, and Apollo slaps me again, making me moan, making me arch my back to the point of breaking. I relax my jaw the best I can, Ren’s moves growing out of rhythm, desperate, his breath touching my face in shallow pants.
Apollo’s slap this time is much harder, and it’s the pain that sets it off. The biggest fucking orgasm of my life, exploding inside my chest, racing to every cell of my body, making me blind. I close my lips around Ren’s cock and suck, and he explodes in my mouth, his sticky come filling me, hitting my throat until I choke. He pulls back, and it drips down my chin, and I swallow and keep coming. My back arches, every muscle in me tensing, my pussy milking Donatello until he spills inside me. I clench myself around him, keeping him inside, begging for more.
My body grows heavy, but I’m still high, and Donatello has to hold me up so I won’t break down, but it’s Ren who reaches between Donatello and me to twist my nipples, and he doesn’t twist them like they do in vanilla porn. No, Ren’s all sweet and gentle with me, but when he twists my nipples, he means pain. And once more, it’s the pain that sets me off.
I scream my orgasm, and Apollo bursts inside me, hot come filling me as he grips both my ass-cheeks and slaps. It’s too much. It’s so fucking much I see nothing and feel nothing but pleasure and darkness, and maybe I saw God.
Air fills my lungs as I come down, and I’m lying belly up, naked and satisfied and so full of come I know it’s dripping from me. When I open my eyes, I see the three cleaning themselves and cleaning me. Ren wipes the corner of my mouth and my chin with toilet paper. He smiles when our gazes connect. Donatello cleans the insides of my thighs with a wet towel, and Apollo picks up the shreds of my panties from the floor, looking guilty when he gapes at them.
I laugh. “You’re so buying me new panties.”
He meets my eyes and laughs. “I don’t know. The idea of you going commando out there is tempting as shit.”
We laugh, and I try to sit up, but I’m exhausted. Any energy I had has drained, and even my knees tremble. Donatello sits next to me, putting my hair behind my ear. “Do you need anything? We’ll get it for you.”
“I wanted to shower, but I don’t think I can make it.”
Donatello reaches out and scoops me up against his body. I sling my arms around his neck, and he kisses me. That surprises me. He saw me sucking Ren’s cock. I’ve had men who wouldn’t kiss me after I sucked their own cock, much less if it was someone else’s.
“We’ll shower you then,” Donatello says, turning around and walking me to the bathroom.
“Wow,” I voice when I see the shower box. It’s huge. The four of us could fit just fine.
Apollo appears to my side, smirking. “I told you. Dragons are fine with multiple mates.” He juts his head to the shower. “Let’s get her clean, and then leave her to rest. Busy day tomorrow.”
And not even the promise of tomorrow dampens my mood now. I’m in their arms, feeling like the only girl in the world, the most special one. And the bed is big enough for the four of us, even if it’s a tight fit.