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He gave Smoky, who was still standing behind me, a particular look that I’d seen only a few times. As I stood there, wanting to cry because I was so tired of the whole fucking war, Smoky wrapped his hair around my waist and lifted me up. I gasped as he sat down in a chair, still fully dressed, and gently laid me face down across his knees.
Morio knelt by my head, and before I realized what he was doing, he slid a blindfold over my eyes. The blessed darkness calmed me, removing distractions. The velvet pads were soft against my skin, and I inhaled deeply, letting out a stream of worry. As I lay against Smoky’s lap, I could feel his erection beneath his tight white jeans, and it gave me a little thrill. I squirmed a little, and a rope-thick section of his hair caught my arms in back of me, gently wrapping around my wrists to keep them together. Again, a jolt of desire ran through me as he shifted me into a slightly different position.
Someone’s finger—Morio’s, by the smell of him—traced a line around my lips. I reached out the tip of my tongue, darting a taste. He slid his finger into my mouth and I began to suck.
“Give her what she wants,” Smoky commanded.
The next thing I knew, I felt the tip of a cock pressing at my lips. Eager now, I opened just enough as Morio slid into my mouth. Tightening my suction around him, I ran my tongue over the rigid skin, the musk of his scent filling my mouth. As he began to gently thrust, I sucked harder.
“I love watching you give him head,” Trillian’s voice whispered in my ear. “I love watching you fuck, baby. I like watching you fuck other guys—as long as you remember that I’m your alpha.” He pressed his lips to my neck, then softly trailed them down my back, and over my ass, lingering to give me a gentle nip on the right cheek.
My pussy was so wet that I wanted to scream, but with Morio in my mouth, all I could do was moan lightly around the shaft of his cock. I squirmed ever so slightly.
“Hold still.” Smoky’s command was firm but hard to obey. Trillian was working his way down the back of my leg now, licking, tickling, kissing. As he reached my calves, I suddenly felt his hands grip my ankles, spreading my legs. The next moment, ropes—Smoky’s hair, no doubt—wrapped around each ankle, keeping my legs wide. A rush of cool air washed past my cunt and, without thinking, I squirmed again.
“You disobeyed, my love.” Smoky’s voice was soft, but firm. The next thing I knew, I felt a resounding smack on my butt.
Morio kept up his gentle thrusting, and I couldn’t cry out. The second blow fell, radiating a heat through my body, and all I could think about was wanting someone inside me, someone to fuck me—to calm the rising flames.
“I have to punish you for disobeying, you know that, don’t you?”
I nodded. Usually I played along because Smoky enjoyed spanking me, and I found it somewhat titillating, but today, I needed it—seriously needed the sting of my flesh to jog my feelings out of me, to get the images out of my head.
And then, because he always offered me an out, he added, “You know the word. All you have to do is say it.”
I nodded again. One word from me, and they would stop. But I didn’t want that—I didn’t want anything except pure, sensual feeling. I wanted to be swept under, dragged down into the depths of my sorrow and freed from the weight that anchored me there.
After a moment, I once again felt a blow to my ass, and I closed my eyes, focusing only on the taste of Morio in my mouth, the feel of Smoky’s hand on my ass as he spanked me a third time, a fourth, a fifth. I quit counting and fell into the rhythm of the blows, but they weren’t so hard that I couldn’t take them.
And then, Smoky paused. A moment later, I gasped as Trillian thrust himself inside me from behind, into my pussy, as the hair ropes held my legs apart. He was thick, and hard, and he drove his cock deep inside me, grunting as he did so. Slowly, a lubed finger worked its way into my ass. I squirmed again, moaning around Morio, who was picking up the pace.
Another hand found my clit, and began fingering me, stroking first slowly, swirling around in circles, then picking up the pace until I couldn’t think of anything except my growing need. Unable to move, unable to do anything except let these men tend to me, as the last lingering strain from the day welled up, tears rose, a gathering storm of sadness and fear and anger.
Morio let out a loud groan, filling my mouth with his cum. Salty on my tongue, it was thick and musky, but not unpleasant. I swallowed, taking every drop inside me, licking his penis clean. The next moment, he pulled out and then he was kissing me, his tongue playing over mine, his hands holding the sides of my head. I couldn’t see him, but I knew it was my youkai, my fox, my love.
“Camille, oh my Camille…my priestess…” He kissed me deep and dark, and I began to fall into the well of emotion that had bottlenecked in my throat. As Trillian continued to drive himself inside me, Smoky’s fingers deftly played me higher and higher, as I rose on wings, flying high to the ceiling,
I spiraled, dizzy, as heavy sobs worked their way to the surface. Toppling over the precipice as the dam burst, tears streaked down my face from behind the blindfold. Weeping, I came, the sharp jolts of orgasm painful in their strength. Trillian drove harder, faster, then stiffened as he joined me, creaming my pussy, clutching my waist to keep himself steady. Again, another jolt, and this time, I came again, hard and fast. Panting, he slowly pulled out.
I moaned gently as Morio slid the blindfold off, and Smoky’s hair unwound from around my wrists and ankles. He caught me up and carried me to the bed, laying me gently on my back. As he stripped, a delighted look on his face, Morio and Trillian joined us.
“Open to me, you wanton wench. You beautiful wife of mine.” Smoky loomed over me, and as I slid up on the pillows and spread my legs, my knees bent, he dove for me, sliding neatly into my pussy. I moaned, squirming happily. Now that the tension had been released, I was ready to play. I let out a purr, content and able to focus on the four of us without the fear and worry interfering.
Morio laughed. “Got room for me, babe?”
“Always.” I glanced up at Smoky. “Lift me up?” And he did. Still inside me, he lifted me up, so Morio could slide beneath me. Trillian tossed him the lube and I heard him lubing up, then Smoky cautiously lowered me, still holding me as Morio’s fingers widened my cunt and, very slowly, slid his cock into me, next to Smoky’s. It was a tight fit, but they were both inside, filling me so full it almost hurt. Almost…but not quite.
A delicious sense of being absolutely possessed, of totally belonging to all three of them swept over me, and I reached out to touch Trillian, who was curled next to us. He kissed my fingers, and I took him in hand, stroked him long and hard again, squeezed, delighting in the feel of his cock thick and warm and alive in my hand.
Smoky began gently thrusting, cautious and careful, and Morio responded from beneath me. Together, they set up a rhythm, one gliding in with long, slow strokes as the other glided out. It was delicious and decadent and my pussy was so wet that the lube only made it that much easier. We didn’t do this often, but once in a while, it was exactly what I needed.
The feel of Morio’s chest against my back, of his arms wrapped around my waist as he drove himself into me time and again; the sight of Smoky bearing down on me, his hair stroking my body as he stroked my pussy with his cock; the rigid tumescence of Trillian’s shaft as it pulsed in my fist, all entwined to drive all thought and reason out of my head, and I finally, fully let go, soaring, as a series of little screams came echoing into the room, and I realized it was me—laughing and shrieking as I came, and came again.
Blinking, I opened my eyes, forcing myself to a sitting position. The light filtering in through the room showed the pale glow of the approaching sunset. Apparently my storm had worked its way through and out. The window was cracked open and a gust of fresh air rushed through, invigorating my mind. I stretched and yawned, shaking the cobwebs from my brain.
Morio was sitting on the bed next to me, legs crossed, meditating. Smoky and Trillian were nowhere to be seen. Without opening his eyes, he whispered, “Good evening, sleepyhead.”
“How long was I sleeping? I had no idea I was that tired.” I looked for the clock. Seven thirty. Forty-five minutes till sunset.
