At this rate, he’s going to get that whole thing inside me.
I spread despite the hands at my ankles.
“Good. You should be.”
He’s huffing and grunting like a wild beast and I love it. I need it. I want to beg him to just rip me and get inside, but I’m so caught up in this game that I’m pleading.
“It’s too much. Please ... don’t...”
Still holding my hands, Aamon leans over me and sucks my nipples. He takes them between his teeth and bites, sending a cobweb of raw energy coursing through me that has my core seizing.
Vaelith drives harder and I’m bucking and making sounds that are not scared. As my pussy leaks into the dirt and my creature keeps railing me.
He rips through.
Tears in and gets every inch in where he belongs, and I cum. I wail and seize as he takes me with mindless rage. He drives me into the dirt while I water it. Squirt in gushing spurts that go on forever the harder he fucks me.
At my mid-section, his knot balloons beneath my skin and extends.
It’s growing.
He’s growing.
Inflating.
His cock is stretching my walls to the point of pain.
“Vaelith!”
My scream, the violent flail of my body are ignored as he makes me cum over and over.
“Mine!” he snarls, rutting.
To my horror, his cum explodes inside me. It floods with such aggressive force the pressure bulges my belly. There’s so much it bubbles and gushes out of me even with the plug.
Vaelith purrs watching my stomach expand. He laughs and keeps fucking me.
“My pretty hole,” he grunts, pumping. “Going to keep filling you. I want to see how big your belly will get when I finally breed a baby inside you.”
My boys are no longer holding me down I realize with some vague recollection when my head stops buzzing. My arms and legs are free, and he takes advantage by flipping me over without dislodging.
“On your knees,” he groans into my ear while moving with deliberate thrusts. “Cunt full. I dreamed of this.”
I push back, meeting every drive with my own bounce. “Me too. Harder. Don’t shrink. I like how it hurts when you make me cum like this.”
He snarls and pulls me back to his chest with my hair. At this angle, he’s so deep I sob with the sweet pressure of it hitting the very base of something that sends sparks of pain across my stomach.
“Ciaran, wait. Please...”
Lost in the ocean of my own pleasure, I’d forgotten about the other three until Aamon’s weak plea has my eyes snapping open. My head turns to find my boys a short distance away, cloaks cast aside in a puddle of black, leaving them beautifully naked and perfectly displayed for me.
The two bigger ones have Aamon pressed between them. His face is a mask of raw ecstasy as his cock and balls are fisted by Malakar and jerked hard enough to make me wince. But Aamon is biting his lip and watching the brutal attack with half closed lids. His head falls back against Ciaran’s shoulder, exposing his neck to the hand Ciaran clamps over it, squeezing.
“The number of times you’ve warmed my cock like this and watched them,” Vaelith whispers in my ear, no longer thrusting, but letting me sit on him and enjoy the show. “I’d play with you just enough to keep you on edge.” As if to demonstrate, his fingers slip between my lips and gently stroke my clit. “Sometimes, you’d join them and I’d watch.”
“Do you join?” I breathe, eyes fixed on the two making Aamon whine and leak.
His cock is a purple slab of meat dribbling with thick, clear pre-cum that runs over Malakar’s white knuckled grip.
