He pulls out, and Ryker takes his place at my mouth while Jude moves to my ass. Slick from my pussy coats his fingers as he circles my hole, pressing one in slow.
I tense, then relax, pushing back. “More,” I gasp.
He adds a second, scissoring, stretching me while Dorian’s knot keeps me full. The dual sensations overwhelm—full pussy, probing ass, Ryker’s cock sliding down my throat. Jude’s fingers fuck my ass faster, curling to hit nerves that make me shake.
Dorian’s knot deflates eventually, come leaking out as he pulls free. “Your turn, Jude.”
Jude flips me onto my hands and knees, his cock replacing his fingers in my ass. He thrusts in, inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat. “Fuck, so good.”
Ryker kneels in front, feeding me his length, while Dorian watches, hand fisting his spent cock back to hardness.
They take turns after that—Jude in my ass, pounding until he knots, come filling me deep. Then Ryker in my pussy, his knot locking as he bites my shoulder, claiming his mark. Dorian goes again, this time in my mouth, knot swelling against my tongue until I swallow every drop.
Hours blur. Or days? I lose track. They bring me water, fruit—sweet berries that burst on my tongue like tiny orgasms. I eat from their hands, licking fingers clean, then pull them back down.
Fucking becomes my world: waking to Dorian’s cock sliding into me, slow at first, then brutal. Ryker’s mouth on my pussy, tongue fucking me through another climax before he knots my ass. Jude teasing my nipples with his teeth while he pounds my pussy, knot stretching me until I sob with release.
They play with me endlessly. Fingers in both holes while I ride one’s cock. Mouths on every inch—sucking toes, biting thighs, lapping slick from my folds. I come so many times it hurts, body oversensitive, but I beg for more.
“Don’t stop—fuck me forever.”
Dorian claims my neck repeatedly, bruises blooming like flowers under his teeth. “Mine,” he growls each time, knotting me deepest, come mixing with the others’ until it drips from every opening.
Sweet treats punctuate the haze—chocolate melting on my skin, licked off by eager tongues. Strawberries fed between thrusts, juice mixing with sweat and come. I wake tangled in limbs, pussy aching but clenching for more.
Who’s inside me now? Ryker, hips snapping, knot swelling. I rock back, meeting him, lost in the rhythm.
Another orgasm builds as Jude fingers my ass again, three digits now, preparing for his turn. Dorian’s hand wraps my throat, squeezing just enough to heighten everything.
“Come for us, Norah. Show us how much you need this.”
I shatter, screaming their names, body convulsing. They don’t stop. Come fills me again, knots locking in rotation—pussy, ass, mouth. I swallow load after load, pussy and ass overflowing, sheets soaked.
Time slips. Is it morning? Night? Doesn’t matter. I wake to teasing fingers circling my clit, building me up before a cock replaces them.
They knot me together sometimes—Dorian in my pussy, Jude in my ass, double stuffed, knots pressing through the thin wall. I black out from the intensity, coming to with Ryker in my mouth, feeding me his release.
Sweetness breaks through: honey drizzled on my breasts, sucked off while I grind on a thigh. Candy melting betweenkisses, shared mid-thrust. Fucking, eating, sleeping in their arms—only to wake and fuck again.
My body hums constantly, marked and claimed. Bites on my neck, thighs, breasts. Come drying on my skin, only to be added to. All that exists is them—cocks stretching me, knots binding us, mouths devouring.
Dorian bites my neck once more, claiming deep as his knot pulses. “Ours forever.”
I nod, lost in ecstasy, as another wave crashes. They fuck me through it, over and over, until the world is nothing but pleasure.
I wake slowly, like I’m surfacing through thick water. Everything is heavy. My limbs feel weighted, uncooperative. My thoughts drift in and out, catching on nothing, then slipping away again.
Even the air feels different. Warm. Dense. Saturated with something sweet and familiar that clings to the back of my throat when I breathe in.
The first thing I register is stillness.
Not the tense kind. Not the brittle quiet that comes before something breaks. This is deeper than that. Settled.
My body isn’t braced for anything. There’s no frantic edge humming beneath my skin. No sharp pull low in my belly that demands attention. No ache screaming to be touched, held, filled, grounded in someone else’s hands.
Just quiet.
Real quiet.
