It was like running as a Tirian, the drawn out, loping movements, but this wrung quite a different feeling. Each downward jerk of my hips forced his cock hard against my aching spot, his dick dragging against it, almost painfully, but making me feel most tremendously full. I felt an incredible swelling deep inside, as if each stroke forced more and more blood into my tender flesh, until I was bloated with pleasure. It sat oddly for a moment, how soft and swollen I felt, how hard he felt pushing into it.
“Jules…” he tried to grab my hips and slow me, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep up, but I shook my head. He was there for my pleasure, I would take what I wanted from him, and if he failed me, I would not choose him to help me with it again. My eyes bore into his, and he seemed to realise this, his hands clawing at the bedroll, a vein popping out on his forehead as he strove to hold back. I smiled lazily, slowing my strokes somewhat, just revelling in the feeling of him in me. “Jules…please!”
“You don’t need to draw it out, princess.” My head whipped around, and I saw Slade appear, hard and naked from the darkness. “We’re all here for you.” He
dropped down to his knees behind me, and his big hands covered my breasts, his calluses rasping over my nipples as his lips trailed down my neck. “Let him come, and then move on to one of us. We’ll keep coming until you can’t.” His hand was a light pressure on my hip, yet somehow my pace picked up. I felt Finn buck beneath me, forcing himself up higher, probably too high, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “How about a bit of this?” Slade said as one hand slipped south and then flicked at my clit.
I no longer knew who was fucking who, everyone was moving, and the beautiful ache inside me was becoming bigger and bigger, expanding until there was nothing left but this horrible hunger. I needed more. Another hand plucked at my nipple and someone’s mouth fastened itself to mine, their tongue parting my lips, and I welcomed them into my throat. “So close…” someone gasped, and I knew what they meant. The fingers on my clit closed around my nub hard, almost pinching, then pulling the tender spot away from my body.
“Oh fuck…” I cried, and then it happened. A long, languorous trickle of pleasure radiated out from my cunt, which then erupted like an earthquake of ecstasy, the aftershocks felt all up my spine and down my legs. I pulled the cum from his body, my cunt like plucking fingers surrounding his hardness, forcing the tremulous spurts to burst within me. “Ah!”
“Come on, princess, let us take care of you while Finn has a rest.” I was plucked from my position and deposited into the arms of another man. I looked up to see Brandon. His eyes were wide, flicking down my body to the wet spill between my legs and then held my gaze.
“We haven’t…yet,” he said, “I thought I’d have some time to work up to it with you, but…”
“I want you,” I said, smelling his rich smoky smell. His breath seemed to catch in his chest. “I want you to be here. I want you in me.”
“Well, how about you come here and see what that mouth can do, while Brandon shows you what his does.” I turned to Slade who knelt before me, insolent expression plastered on his face. His smile grew wider as my gaze narrowed.
“I could gut you where you sit,” I snarled.
“Yeah? But you’ll have a lot more fun if you don’t. You want fucking, not fighting. You got that already, if the stink of blood on you means anything. I’ll give you what you want, you know that, princess. Any hole, any way, I’m your guy. As long as you can tell me how you want it. I’ll give you everything I have, but right now, I’m just asking for a little bit back. You’ve had a lot of meat in your mouth tonight, just take mine. Though, without the teeth if you can.”
I pulled myself from Brandon’s arms and stalked over to the smart mouthed man on all fours, and then grabbed his head and yanked him to me for a kiss. It was hard, and our lips stung as his tongue tangled with mine. I yanked myself away as the ache began to start again. I shoved Slade down onto the ground and then ran my nose down his body, smelling the sweat and the blood and the desire there. He had a gash across his hip, not too deep, and I trailed my tongue over it, tasting the residue. “That’s…uh…not the meat I was thinking,” Slade said.
“Shut up or I’ll fuck the other one.”
“Never really got off on pain before, but unnh…” he said as I dug my useless blunt teeth into him “But maybe moon madness is good for something. Now how about this?”
He shoved my head lower, but I stopped, easily holding off his straining muscles. He began to arch his hips up, trying to get the tip of his erection to graze my lips, but I pushed him back down with a finger. “Oh, god, princess! I would just about do anything right now if you’d… ahhh!” I slid his length into my mouth, swirling my tongue across his sensitive skin as he went deeper. “Oh fuck!” he yelped as I tilted my throat, and he went in further. I swallowed, the hard muscles closing around him. He tried to jerk free, “Too much, I’ll…”
“Don’t let him come too soon,” Brandon said, trailing long fingers up the backs of my thighs. I pulled back from my ministrations, leaving Slade gasping, and looked over my shoulder. Brandon just smiled, intently watching his fingers slide over my flesh, gentle enough to make me want it harder, almost tickling. His hands flattened over my buttocks, running his thumbs down the edges of my cunt without actually touching anything that begged to be stroked. Finally, he met my gaze. “If you go slowly, he can come in your mouth right at the moment you come with me inside you.” My eyes swivelled back to Slade, and I looked down at his twitching dick.
“Don’t come before I tell you to,” I said.
“Well, don’t fucking deep throat me. Do it all you like after this night, just not now.”
“I’ll do as I please,” I said and then ran my tongue up his length. Brandon’s hands began to move again. His fingers rewrote my flesh in a crisscross of pleasurable strokes, gentle and not too demanding in themselves, but the lack of contact with my throbbing core only made me pay more attention to what he was doing. Over time, a fingertip ran up the inside of my thigh, moving higher and higher, only to veer off and land on my butt, which had me cursing. My clit throbbed, even though he wouldn’t touch the bloody thing. It was amping up my pleasure, even as I fought the urge to snap orders at him. I bent my head and applied myself to my other task.
Wanting to savour his flesh now, I ran my tongue up and down Slade’s length, swirling and sweeping, much like Brandon’s strokes. He bucked his hips, trying to force it back into my mouth, but I pulled away, not resuming until he was flat against the ground. “I’m starting to wish I took the other end…oh!” I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and sucked, hard. “Oh…oh…oh…” he began to pant. A sharp pinch on my butt cheek had me pulling away with a snarl.
“Don’t let him come too soon. All you have to do is keep him worked up until I’ve finished working you up.”
“Get on with it then!” I said.
“Why?” Brandon said with a smile. “This gets you hotter, will make you come harder. When I touch your clit…” My hips jerked as one of his fingers lightly grazed it. “…You feel it much more intensely. Do that to him, make him desperate, make him beg for it. You’re the queen, bring him to his knees.”
His words felt right, so I turned back to Slade and saw his eyes go wide as I dropped my head down to his groin. Brandon began his light trailing caresses again, this time up my inner thigh. He started at my knees and then drew long circles from there to my lower thigh, then again slightly higher, and again. My cunt clenched in anticipation of those fingers splitting me open and touching me where I wanted to be touched, but he stopped mid upward stroke and said, “Touch him.” Growling at being ordered around, I moved because I wanted those fingers in me, now. I stuck out my tongue and heard Slade hiss as I trailed the point of it up the throbbing vein that ran the length of his dick. His sound of pained pleasure was music to my ears. I traced the skin under the head, flicked it over the opening, collecting the weeping salty fluid there.
“Princess, please…” Slade gasped, and I smiled.
“That’s right,” Brandon said, and I was rewarded by his hand trailing along my seam. I laid my head against Slade’s hip and groaned. My skin had come alive, the hardness of his fingers against my slipperiness caught my whole attention. My legs widened instinctively, wanting to open myself to him, catch them in the mouth of my cunt and have them…
“You stop, I stop,” Brandon said.
“It occurs to me that I don’t necessarily need you at all,” I said, getting up on my knees and turning to him. I shifted until my body was over Slade’s, and then spread my legs and moved until my cunt was above his hard dick. His hands wrapped around my hips, and he held me as I worked the head against me, slowly shifting so he began to move inside. I closed my eyes, half in pleasure, half to mock my disobedient servant. “Oh, yes…” I gasped and rolled my head. I’d intended it to be more play, but the angle, the position was shoving against that place that always seemed to ache deep in me. “Mmm…” I arched my back, which only increased my pleasure. I snapped my hips and Slade’s fingers dug even deeper. I felt the tremor
s in his broad forearms. Dimly, I heard Brandon shuffle, but I focused on the task at hand, much more pleasurable, and then I gasped, eyes open wide. Brandon had moved between my legs and buried his head into my cunt. He looked up at me, frozen in motion, and then his lips closed around my clit.