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To her surprise, Amon tugged on his pants and freed himself from the fabric. Needing to see him, she turned her head. He was long and thick, a good mixture of Rayen and Silas, his length slightly curved while his tip was sleek. Wrapping her fingers around him she leaned her head closer to him. Her lips hovering close to his tip, she looked up at Amon, needing confirmation that she was finally allowed to please him.
Cupping her face, he nodded. “I’m yours.”
She slowly closed her lips around his tip, her tongue pressing flat against it. He groaned, his entire length quivering. Finally, she had all three of her men with her.
Silas seemed eager to fill her up too. Pulling his finger out, he impatiently placed his tip against her tight hole and pushed.
“Slow Silas,” Amon said, his voice less stern, though a deep, resonating hum came from his chest.
As she sucked on his tip, she watched as he pricked two of his fingers before they disappeared out of her sight. He pushed between her and Silas, massaging her before he gently pushed inside. The two fingertips stung and made her tighten up more.
Rayen ran his fingers up and down her side to soothe her. “Don’t think about them, just feel me inside you. Concentrate on Amon. Suck him till you can taste his cum. Remember how his blood made you feel? His cum won’t be any different.”
His words erupted a new need within her. She closed her eyes and felt Rayen’s thrusts pick up again while she sucked and slithered her tongue over Amon’s dick. She sucked with need, her hand running up and down his shaft. All she could think about now was the high feeling she’d felt sucking on his finger earlier.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” Amon cheered.
Without even knowing it, Silas had pushed his tip into her. The urge to taste Amon’s cum had pushed everything else out. Now that she was focusing on it, she could feel the ache of her ass opening, like it had never been stretched before. Silas wasn’t deep, but he was so much bigger than the two fingers. It felt as if she would rip apart if he dared to move.
“Amon’s cum,” Rayen reminded her.
Reminded of her goal, she twirled her tongue around Amon’s length. He groaned, his hands holding her hair out of her face, but not in any way demanding like she would’ve expected from Silas or maybe even Rayen. Though she tried to shift her focus like before, Silas’s tip working its way deeper wasn’t anything she could forget. It hurt and in no way felt as good as Rayen thrusting into her.
“You feel so fucking good, Gwen.”
“But I don’t like it,” she whispered.
“You’ll like it soon enough,” Silas promised with a deep thrust.
She squirmed, her body wanting to jolt away from him but his hands on her hips cemented her in place. Another long, deep thrust made her whimper.
“Silas, stop!” Amon commanded.
Silas replied with a deep threatening growl and an even deeper thrust. Suddenly, her body felt limp as if someone had jellified her bones. His tip stroked a spot that made her long for more.
“Fuck I told you, Gwen. From now on you’ll be begging me to fuck you like this.”
Silas’s thrusts got faster, Rayen immediately adjusting his tempo to match. Her mind started blurring as they both worked her hard and fast. Silas reached around her, took her jaw, and turned her head back to Amon’s dick. She eagerly took him in, bobbing her head back and forth, adapting the same rhythm she was taking from Silas and Rayen.
Amon twitched and pulsed as she guided him to his climax. Needing his cum to spill down her throat, she reached for his balls, gripped them, palming him in her fist. At first, she was gentle but the more pressure she applied the more he jerked for her. At last, with a deep bob of her head, he spilled his sweet, apple cum. She looked up as she eagerly swallowed every drop. His eyes were closed, his fangs pushing past his lips as his head rolled back.
She sucked Amon dry before turning to Rayen’s throat and burying her teeth into his muscle. Of course, her teeth didn’t do anything but grind against his skin, but that was all it took for him to climax. His cum spilled cold within her, filling parts he couldn’t reach.
“Your turn,” Silas croaked in her ear and wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into an upright position.
While Silas held her up and continued to thrust into her, Amon pressed his fingers to her clit. Her eyes rolled back, her head spinning as stars of pleasure shot through her body. Amon’s moves got faster and harder, his fingers rubbing her to her orgasm.
With one last tap and one deep thrust, she came. Her muscles tensed, her mind spun so fast she didn’t know where she was anymore. Relaxing into cool, strong arms, she let the shivers of pure bliss and relief run over her.
Only when she felt her body moving did she open her eyes. Amon was holding her bridal style as he carried her into the bathroom.
His face radiated pure joy and pride. “You did so well.”
Unable to form a sentence, or push out even one word, she leaned her cheek against his chest. Silas’s bathroom was drowned in dark colors just like his room. The gray stone shower had a bench on which Amon gently sat her down. Leaning against the wall, she watched as he grabbed soap and a handful of washcloths. He handed one to Rayen, who’d appeared next to her and kneeled down while Silas took the shampoo. They washed her from head to toe before wrapping her in a towel and drying her off.
Before they helped her into her clothes, Amon held up a pad and a tampon for her to choose. Unable to do it herself and unwilling for either of them to stick a tampon inside of her, she chose the pad. Finally in soft, cozy pajamas, she fell asleep as Amon carried her to her bedroom.
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