Despite the blush coating my cheeks, I find myself in a blissful state, a state where the rights and wrongs of the civilized world don’t exist. All I know, all that I ever want to know is the perfect alignment of our bodies. I shudder as each of them lays claim on me, respectfully and lovingly. I don’t know why I secretly thought that they’d be fighting over me. I guess that’s what I expected of animals. But I was wrong. So very wrong. These men aren’t animals. At least, not in the sense the civilized world sees them. I can feel their fierce possessiveness, they know that I am just one small step away from belonging to them for eternity.
I can feel Theron’s lips dragging against my collarbone. Zarael’s skilled fingers are drawing invisible lines on my chest, on my breasts. None of them is in a rush. They all want to get to know my body, before they enter this shrine that no man before has entered. I trust them. They don’t even need to ask and I don’t need to say anything. The beer only unlocked my bravery, which has been hiding behind a wall of shyness for much too long.
I open my eyes and I see Theron’s, swimming with emotion. A moan escapes my lips. Excitement drumming in my ears. Theron presses his lips against mine again, as I melt beneath him. Dex’s head still between my legs, as his hot breath spills all around, sticky, wet and sweet like molasses. My pink, flushed mound is waiting. I can feel palpitations coming from deep within and instinctively, I part my legs a little more. There are no more shields, I am pure soft, hot flesh, my insides screaming for them.
I can hear Dex’s deep breathing as he inhales me. All around us, there is the smell of desire, the feeling of homecoming after an eternity spent wandering the world aimlessly. I want them so badly inside of me that this desire borders with pain, a delectable mixture of the two. I don’t know how long Dex just stares at me down there, Theron’s lips make me forget about time and Zarael’s tongue plays with my nipples.
My hand finds Dex’s ruffled set of hair and my fingers dig into it. Desire explodes inside both of us, spreading like wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path. His soft breath fills the empty space between my pink folds and they open up for him. Wetness. Sticky, sweet wetness drips out of me, as the tip of his tongue keeps twirling around, teasing, tasting for the first time. I feel like there is a vastness inside of me, begging to be filled, to be explored, to be claimed. Dex’s thick fingers dive into me, slowly, sliding in effortlessly. I suck in my breath, clenching my teeth. This is just the beginning and it already feels like pleasure overload. My back arches a little towards him, as he inches his fingers into me slowly, carefully, spreading me apart.
I look down and all I can see is a wall of solid muscle, Dex’s skin glistening in the fire blazing around us. I can see strong hands on my belly, my ribs, my breasts, as furious, hungry eyes devour every inch of my skin. Dex’s tongue is working together with his fingers, going in a little deeper every time, searing my skin with bliss and pleasure. I never felt so alive, at the same time, unable to breathe. My stomach tightens, my gasps tearing the inside of my throat, Dex keeps on sucking, teasing, torturing my clit, until there is nothing else but to give in to the screams, to the wildness, the fingers that turned into claws, drawing red lines all over my body. The moment I let go feels like my heart stopped, then restarted again. I twitch and convulse, my thighs shaking, trembling, as if there’s an earthquake all around us, experiencing every possible color in the world streaming through my body like lightning bolts.
Dex pulls up and Theron slides to his place. I feel Dex’s wet lips on mine, tasting myself. Zarael comes up for a kiss and I close my eyes. I feel like I’m in Heaven. My legs spread apart, I feel Theron’s manhood pressing against my still sensitive folds and they welcome him, without a second thought. I accommodate him, slowly. He fills me up, as my walls stretch.
“Oh, God…” I moan, biting down on my lip.
“Are you alright?” Theron, the sweet guy that he always is, immediately stops. They all do. The look in their eyes is filled with love.
“Perfect,” I reply, blissed out. “Don’t stop…” I beg and I know they won’t.
He keeps pressing into me, harder now, as I feel something inside of me cracking, breaking, completely dissolving. Theron is inside of me, I can feel him palpitating, throbbing, our bellies pressed tightly together. My wetness soaks him, my body flooding with heat and passion. Dex kneels next to me and I see his cock spread out before me. It looks huge. I doubt it can even fit in my mouth, but I’m willing to try. I wrap my lips around the tip, tasting it. The sensation gives me butterflies and that delicious grin on my face reveals my every secret. I never thought I would be doing this. Not me. Not ever. But, it’s exactly those things which you try to subdue, which you try to keep away from, that finally do you in. I have no idea how long we keep riding this wave of pleasure. Theron’s manhood fills me to the brim, over and over again, as Dex sprawls out for me, his palpitating rod hot and slippery in my mouth. Zarael’s lips and tongue keep playing with my breasts, my nipples, my over-sensitive skin and I know I can’t hold on much longer. I don’t need to. As I let go, my mind explodes into a million fiery little dots which spread out like fireworks. I gasp and moan, throbbing hard, my legs tightening, my muscles cramping.
Dex pulls out and jerks himself off right onto my naked breasts, like a summer shower of white pearls. Theron doesn’t stop. He keeps going a little while longer and that only strengthens my orgasm, prolongs it, making it seem endless. His body suddenly tightens, his breathing changes pace, he bites down on his lower lip and groans into my neck.
I close my eyes, feeling the fire sparkle in all its glory. It licks the wooden base with a crackling noise, flickering, flaring, like a fountain of fireworks. It reminds me of what just happened inside of me. The three men around me are tuckered out. I know the feeling. It’s a chilly night, but none of us wants to go anywhere. I grab the blanket, which is big enough to cover all of us, if we squeeze in tightly together. This is how we all fall asleep, nestled together, no one taking any notice of the thin trickle of blood that is already dried between my legs. Strangely, I don’t want to wipe it off. It’s my war paint, I’ve earned it.
Chapter 25
I wake up to the soothing light that falls down onto my closed eyelids like satin curtains. The sun’s kiss of warmth and joy is enough to make me wake up with a smile, but then, I turn to see that there are still three slumbering bodies next to me. I prop myself up and stretch a little. It feels good. The heat emanating from the bodies next to me has kept all my fears caged. These strong arms held me; these soft lips kissed me. I bite my lip at the shame, the embarrassment. What have I done? Sure, it felt amazing, but I just slept with all three of them. No amount of alcohol can be my excuse. A sudden redness washes over me and it doesn’t stop only on my cheeks. I can feel my chest, my palms, even my feet burning red.
Flashing images from last night flush me with those same sensations all over again. Even if I close
my eyes, I can’t forget. I don’t think I ever will. But, what will they think of me? I sit up, with the blanket still wrapped up around me. If I’m very careful and very quiet, I’d be able to get out of this entanglement of arms and legs. Maybe they won’t even notice. I steal one more look at them. They all seem to be sleeping soundly. Wild. Powerful. Untamed. These are the words I think of every time I see one of them. It’s like they have attached themselves to me and no matter how hard I try to escape it, I can’t. I try to get up, but Theron’s hand is on my thigh. He senses me.
“Morning, sunshine,” Dex beats him to a greeting first. I turn to him and see that his head is resting on his hand, bent at the elbow. “Did you sleep well?” There is a charming grin on his face, lighting up his eyes.
“Um, yeah,” I manage to nod.
“Are you alright?” Theron checks in, his brows rising, one of his hands sneaking behind my back, petting me gently.
“Yeah, just…” I take a deep breath. I didn’t even know what I wanted to say, where to start. Where does one start with things like these?
“You seem a little shaken,” Theron continues and by this time, Zarael is up as well. Their eyes are all on me, lingering.
“Do you regret last night?” Dex says what we’re all thinking. At least, what we’re all asking ourselves. I admire his boldness, not that I expect anything less of him. No sugar coating can be expected from him, ever.
“Um, n-no,” I say, shaking my head, pulling my knees to my chest.
“Did we hurt you?” Zarael interjects.
“Did we go too far?” Theron asks.
I pull away, eyes heavy-lidded. I know I’m red as an apple. I want to tell them exactly what’s on my mind, but my tongue isn’t listening. It’s like it’s not even mine.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Dex suddenly gets closer, his voice a deep, male sound that sends shivers up my body all over again. I remember my arms around him, my body fitting his and Theron’s and Zarael’s so perfectly. Soft sighs, moans, the heat that spread slowly, like molten lava. “It’s not true.”
“What’s not true?” I can’t help but smile. What is he talking about?
“You don’t regret what we did. I mean, none of us do. That was one crazy night and I first want more of those. But, you’re still a slave to the rules of the society you come from.” His smile is calm and soothing. “It’s a society of haters, of people who don’t understand themselves and so, they take out their frustrations on others. I mean, back me up here, Theron.”