I can’t think of anything but the overlapping assault of pleasure he keeps forcing me to take.
“I can’t stop,”I beg, sobbing as he coaxes another.“You feel so good. I want you to wear me like this for the rest of my...”
I cum with him touching my switch and my body soaks his balls.
“Malakar.”
From the crowd, Lukan emerges. But it’s not. He’s a tall figure, blurry and hard to see, but a part of me knows, recognizes him when he bows.
“Your Queen needs a cleaning, and so do I.”
The memory fades and flickers as he hurries forward and falls to his knees. I still can’t recall his face but his tongue ... his long, slithering tongue is cleaning my pussy. It’s wrapping around Father’s cock, under the knot plugging me. He strokes while Father holds me open and Lukan — Malakar — palms Father’s balls. Travels lower.
Father huffs in my hair as he’s penetrated by Malakar’s fingers.
I gasp and wrench my eyes open.
“Malakar!”
Lukan jerks to a stop. His head comes up fast and he searches my face with pure hope on his.
“Do you remember?”
Panting, I shake my head. “I remember something, but ... don’t stop.”
On command, he pumps faster. Harder. His eyes never leave my face.
My climax is so close, but I still can’t reach it as Malakar washes my channel with his scalding cum.
Still not cool, I think, dully. Must mean I’m not pregnant yet.
That’s a thought for later as Ciaran moves to take his place.
“Deep breath. Numb or not, you will take every inch.”
It’s not a cock.
It’s a beast. A relentless slab of hard, rigid meat that rips my channel. It invades with no mercy even though he’s going slow.
“You’re ripping me in half!” I wail, head falling back.
“I took you on your knees the first time. In the dirt with your ass up in invitation.” His hands close onto my hips. “You squirted so hard you turned the ground to mud and it didn’t stop the entire time I took you. You will do it again.”
With a jerk, he slams home and I can’t even scream as my body finally unlocks and I cum with such violent ferocity I think I black out.
“What did I fucking tell you?” he groans when I can finally move. Breathe. “Your cunt needs this.”
He’s not wrong as I continue to seize and thrash in midair. My channel squirts, eating every inch of the monstrous cock he’s beating my insides with.
“Still so tight, but we’ll fix that.”
His idea of fixing it is fucking me harder. Making me scream and writhe as he breaks me over and over until I can do no more than sob his name.
His real name.
I can barely think by the time he fills me with a groan of pleasure. Cum scorching my walls and sending a fresh wave of sweet agony through me.
All three men are there the second he pulls free, unraveling the cords and pulling me down with such tenderness. Ciarangathers me up, scooping me against his chest like a child and moving to the sofa where Aamon folds me up in a blanket.
