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Slade pulls out first, then Ash. I feel their combined release spill from my wrecked pussy, pooling on the table beneath me.

"Beautiful," Ash murmurs.

"Mine," Wreck adds, climbing onto the table to curl around me like a possessive cat.

"Ours," Slade corrects, finding a spot on my other side.

I lie there, utterly destroyed, three men surrounding me, cum leaking from both holes, more satisfied than I've ever been in my entire life.

"That," I manage, voice completely gone, "was worth rejecting thirty-seven suitors for."

"Only thirty-seven?" Wreck sounds offended on their behalf.

"We could go again," Slade offers. "Make it worth rejecting fifty."

Ash is already hardening against my thigh. "Four hours left. Plenty of time."

Outside the door, tiny voices start a muffled cheer. A goose honks triumphantly. Something that sounds like ferrets chittering.

And the crow's voice drifts through, exhausted beyond measure. "I'm billing all of you for emotional damages. And possibly a priest."

I start laughing. I can't help it. I'm fucked out and happy and surrounded by three men who just ruined me for everyone else.

"Again," I say, reaching for the nearest cock. "I want to go again."

Midnight Interruptus & The Great Escape

Wreck

We're halfway through round four when the pounding starts.

Not the good kind of pounding. The other kind.

"Boss! Bosses! Code red! Code extremely fucking red!"

Squeak's tiny voice is shrill enough to cut through the oak door and the obscene sounds of... well, everything we're currently doing.

Cinder is on her hands and knees on the table. Ash is behind her. Slade is beneath her. I'm at her mouth again because I have the refractory period of a seventeen-year-old on his wedding night and I'm not about to waste that gift.

"Ignore it," Cinder mumbles around my cock.

Gods, I want to ignore it. I want to ignore everything except the warm wet heat of her mouth and the way she moans every time Ash thrusts and the fact that this is objectively the best night of my entire chaotic life.

But that's the panic squeak. I know the panic squeak.

"Can't," Ash grunts, still thrusting. "That's the panic squeak."

"You have a panic squeak?" Cinder asks, pulling off me.

"Eleven minutes!" Nibbles shrieks from the other side of the door. "Eleven minutes until midnight and you're all still balls deep in royalty!"

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no.

"Shit," Slade says, his rhythm faltering.