Hearing the sounds of fists striking flesh made her wince. She wanted to run into the group and put a stop to it, but this was something they had to work out between themselves.
If she’d been infected, so be it. She was used to living with a death sentence hanging over her head. She really had nothing to go back to in America. If she could find some measure of pleasure and reward here, she was going to take it and enjoy it while she could.
The men didn’t seem any worse off for the illness spreading through their bodies. If anything their supernatural speed and senses were something to be admired, even if it did come with some hellacious side effects like changing into pure animals.
Who was she to judge them?
More like, who was she not to pity their situation and want to provide womanly comfort to them when they needed it. And they so obviously needed a woman’s touch with a desperation that bordered on obsession.
The sensation of being desired was thrilling. A devilish impulse had entered her and she could no more put it out of her mind than she could stop breathing. She knew that she was going to sleep with all three of them. It was only a matter of time before they would stop resisting their baser natures and show her exactly what they wanted to do with her.
Simply thinking about having them claim her spread a delicious warm need throughout her body.
***
Little was said as they built a more comfortable shelter with freshly chopped bamboo. The area had enough resources that they could remain in the area for a while before moving on. There were fish in the stream, and the plentiful bamboo made for good firewood, dinnerware, and extra cookware when sectioned out and carved.
They had what they needed to make themselves a place to rest for a few days before moving onward.
That is, if no one was giving them chase.
Jasmine was just looking forward to giving her body time to heal from the upheaval she’d been through. She could only go so long on fumes and fear.
Dante was an expert hunter, to Jasmine’s surprise. He came back to the camp with a small, male boar he’d gutted somewhere off in the woods.
“Roast pig, tonight, boys! And lady!” Dante said, slicing up the pig into more manageable sizes to cook. They took the ribs and wrapped them into thick fronds, burying it in the ashes of half the fire. The other side, they stoked to keep continual warmth feeding the smoking process, while strips of back fat dripped and sputtered over the open flame.
Jasmine’s mouth watered just smelling the pork cooking. She’d given up red meat long ago, but given the situation, she was glad to have it to eat. Her body craved protein with the strain she’d put it through the past few days.
Lucas and Zach remained quiet. A tension had grown between them, and she knew she lay at the heart of it.
She thought about apologizing for her total lack of good behavior, but she was a big girl. If she wanted to do something, then by god, she was going to do what she wanted. They were all adults here.
After watching them sulk a while and continue to sulk through eating supper, she’d finally had enough of their continued silence. She missed the camaraderie the men had had with her and each other.
She wasn’t sure why they couldn’t handle things better than they did, but she supposed that was just the way of men. Jealousy nagged at them.
Jasmine stood up and looked at both of them, glaring. “Look, you two. Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m not infected, so you can just stop sulking around the fire. Lucas, you said the virus or change hit you in a matter of hours. We fucked when it was still daylight. Don’t you think if something was going to happen, it would have by now? I feel fine. I’m okay.”
Grudgingly, the men nodded. “She’s right,” Lucas said, chewing on a piece of meat.
“You just want her to be right so you can fuck her again,” Zach said angrily, glaring at Lucas with a look to kill.
She half expected them to start beating on each other again. Jasmine threw her hands up. “You’re like a bunch of teenagers. If this is about the fact that he got to me before you did, then let’s settle this right now. I want you. All of you. Let’s make it even between us and get this shit over with so you can start acting like men again.”
The three men gaped at her in stunned silence. If she’d not been so irritated with the situation and her own anxieties at an alarming height, she might have ignored them. She knew she couldn’t handle much more of this, however.
When they didn’t make a move, and only stared at her dumb-founded, she peeled her shirt off and threw it on the ground like a challenge.
Firelight danced across her skin, making her shimmer.
A gleam entered the men’s eyes. A hungry gleam that made her shiver in the cool, humid breeze caressing her naked flesh.
She felt her nipples pebble under the breeze and their stare. For a brief moment, she wondered if she’d gone too far.
Zach and Dante stood up, dropping everything. They glared at each other as if ready to fight.
Jasmine held up a hand, hoping to diffuse the situation. “No fighting over me, boys. I won’t stand for it. I can’t handle you hurting each other because of me.”
“Go ahead. Go for it. You heard her,” Lucas said, jugging them in the ass with his foot.
Zach and Dante moved forward, pinning her between them and watching each other warily the whole time. They weren’t going to take turns. Not if they were going to keep things even between them.
Jasmine took a shaky breath, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. All she knew was that she couldn’t handle them resenting each other for the fact that one of them had fucked her first. If it meant she was going to have to keep all three satisfied to keep the peace, then she’d damn well do it. They all needed each other, no matter what they might think.
The moment she felt their rough, warm hands on her skin, all thought of peacekeeping was lost on her. She felt an immediate rush of desire just as strong as she had before, maybe stronger. She shivered with the unfamiliar contact, her body reacting like an engine roaring to life.
Dante stroked her back, leisurely cupping her ass and rubbing it, sliding her pants down over her hips to drop to the ground. In front of her, Zach massaged her breasts, bringing them to hard points of pleasure in his rough palms.
Warmth spread from their touch, pooling in her center like liquid heat. Across from them, she could see Lucas watching through the flame of the campfire. He rubbed his groin, obviously aroused by seeing her sandwiched between the two men.
She should have felt embarrassed or ashamed, but no such thought entered her brain. There was only hot touch and lust now, and that strange, insistent ache that needed to be unleashed and tame before she went mad.
Zach rested his forehead against hers, his nose touching her nose, and then he moved his mouth to connect with her full lips.
An electric slide slithered through her, awakening her senses to his sensual onslaught. She rejoiced in the taste of his mouth, the feel of his firm lips against hers, the almost hungry way he nibbled her bottom lip.
He kissed her slowly, leisurely, as if enjoying the taste of her lips before urging her to part for his tongue. That slow, gentle glide into her mouth promised delights to come.
She reveled in the rough possession of his tongue, the slow exploration he perused of her mouth. She tangled her tongue against him, feeling her engine rev to a higher notch.
Dante’s mouth on the nape of her neck only fueled her further. She moaned when she felt his thick cock press against the cleft of her ass.
Dante wrapped his hands around her hips, grinding against her and rubbing his hands along the front of her hips in a teasing circle, increasing his closeness to her needy pussy.
A spasm of pleasure made her jerk.
Her breath caught in her chest. Arousal made her wetter than she thought possible. She rubbed herself against Dante’s hand, wanting and needing more and hoping they would give it to her.
She didn’t know what
possessed her to act like this, so much unlike her normal self. If anything, she felt they’d infected her with a bizarre, unquenchable arousal that she couldn’t seem to control. Her body ached for their possession, to feel them deep inside. She craved them with a longing that should have frightened her with its potency, but instead, she embraced the carnal feelings, hoping to urge them stronger.
Dante gripped her thighs, pushing her up high on Zach. Zach took over his possession, pulling her thighs wide around his hips.
Air tickled her bare pussy, making her cold, but the feeling was soon banished by the hot press of Zach’s cock against her slick cleft. He teased her, gliding against her wet folds, ratcheting up her desire until she thought she’d soak them all with her desire.
They reacted to the scent and feel of her like gasoline on a fire. Their movements increased, the roughness of their hands, their urgent touch and taste.
She arched her neck back against Dante’s mouth. Lucas, she saw, had pulled his
cock out and was jacking himself off to the show. Just knowing he liked what he saw was enough to make her pussy cream on a hard spasm of pleasure.
Sensing her readiness, the liquid glide of Zach’s cock became a push. Her vaginal hole stretched with his girth, slowly allowing him to press exquisitely inside.
His tan hands tightened on her thighs as he tried to remain in control. His body shook. Pressed tight against him, she could feel his heart pounding, hear his breath come in ragged draws.
Jasmine didn’t want him to remain in control. She wanted that wildness she saw in his eyes. Craved it like a dying man craved water.
She undulated her belly against him, grinding her clit on his groin, wanting to goad him into the same lack of reserve that she felt.
Zach stifled a groan, holding still.
Incredibly, when she thought she could take no more of his stillness, she felt Dante grip his cock behind her, felt the push of his cock nudging into the hole that Zach already possessed.
“Ahhhhh! No. I can’t take you both there. It’s too much,” she said on a whimpering cry. She bit her lip when he pressed on, pushing, forcing himself inside her tiny hole.
Every nerve screamed with the burning stretch of being filled with two cocks at the same time. She cried out, jerking when he sank to the depths with Zach. Dante furiously rubbed her clit, and she creamed herself, bucking against them when they’d filled her to capacity.
Tension filled their muscles, their arms and chests. She could feel it all around her as she struggled to adjust to the burning stretch of two cocks inside her pussy. She scarcely knew who was were, who did what to her.
And when they began an alternating push pull, she lost her mind and all sense of self. Sensation erupted along her nerves. Someone stroked her g-spot, another bumped her cervix. They moved in unison, groaning into her, driving the burning, aching need higher and higher until she couldn’t take it anymore.
When her orgasm hit, she was unprepared for it. It undulated through her body, making her clench and writhe between them.
But they weren’t done with her, not even close.
She scratched Zach, felt Dante bite and suck behind her ear, felt the tight grip of Zach’s big, strong hands on her thighs, holding her wide for their possession.
As the first wave crested, another wave of pleasure followed. She was coming again and could do nothing to stop it.
A scream tore from her throat. She screamed long and loud, letting everything go that had been pent up inside her.
Pleasure, so intense she thought she’d black out, pooled in her poor, tortured pussy. And still they stroked her smoothly, slowly.
“Please,” she begged, sobbing, hoping for relief from the onslaught and finding no mercy.
The jerk and pull of their cocks took her to the edge and back, striding up a ladder of ecstasy that she couldn’t achieve on her own. When she thought she’d die from the pleasure, that her cunt couldn’t take any more of their sensual abuse without ripping apart, the first of them jerked and groaned.
Zach felt his own orgasm spread from Dante’s release and the clenching spasms of Jasmine’s tight, silky pussy. He groaned and came in her, bucking and erupting with pleasure as Dante finished and withdrew.
Slowly, Zach allowed her feet to touch the ground and to find relief from them both.
She stood on wobbly legs, and he held her, allowing her to recover from their dominant possession.
“I…I didn’t know that was possible,” she finally mumbled.
“There’s a lot more where that came from, baby,” Dante murmured behind her.
“I’m not sure I can handle anymore right now,” she said. “I think I’m ready for bed.”
Lucas spoke up from across the fire. “I know I sure as hell am!”
Chapter Eight
The night was a fitful one for her. As much as she enjoyed feeling the men surrounding her with their warmth, it took all she could do to resist their snuggling caresses and exploration of her body. Having not one, but three men in one day was a bit much, even for her. She’d been thoroughly satisfied, and the sore muscles in her sex and thighs were proof enough of that.
“Time to rise and shine, honey,” Lucas murmured in her ear. His voice had that sexy, husky, roughness from sleep.
She vaguely remembered cuddling Zach and Dante in the night, but they were both gone, leaving her alone in the shelter with Lucas.
She immediately burrowed into his thick, hairy chest and he rolled on top of her. He’d divested her of her pants while she slept, and moved between her legs.
His cock pressed against her mound, pushing insistently to get inside.
She stretched beneath him, keening when he thrust into her waiting cunt. She hadn’t had a chance to get ready to accept him, and the rough glide created a delicious friction that had her creaming herself with want.
“My god, you are incorrigible,” she said, groaning and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down to her face.
“It’s all your fault. You started this yesterday. If you can’t hang with us boys, you shouldn’t have done it,” he said on a growl, crushing his mouth against hers and pushing his tongue inside.
He kissed her hungrily, full of passion. She sucked his tongue greedily, whimpering as he accentuated his kiss with the thrust of his hips. He impaled her on the delicate fronds of their bed, driving her passion higher.
She lifted her hips to meet him, wanting to take every inch of him until she could feel the mushroomed head at the base of her cervix. When he nudged that sore place, she wanted to die of ecstasy.
She tore her mouth from his on a gasp, panting for breath and wishing he’d never stop. Burying his face against her throat, he sucked a pleasurable spot beneath her ear, dipping his hands around the small of her back to bring her fully against him with each driving stroke.
It didn’t take long for them both to be panting and sweating with exertion and culmination was not far behind. Perhaps it was all the orgasms she’d experienced the day before and the lingering soreness of her sex, but it was all the easier for her to reach orgasm.
White hot heat filled her pores, erupting along her nerves like a firestorm of pleasure. She cried out and he smothered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he pumped inside her and found his own release.
Dimly, she recognized the clearing of someone’s throat and found Dante watching them with a hard-on clearly evident in his pants.
“We’re going to have to figure something out about this. I can’t be walking around with a raging hard cock all the time. We’ll starve to death,” Dante said, rubbing his groin uncomfortably.
Jasmine grinned as Lucas rolled off her, looking sheepish.
“I need to clean up,” she said, and went to the river.
Zach was there, washing his face and neck. “Hey, beautiful,” he said when she walked up. He was brushing his teeth. The sight of something so simple made her feel plum giddy.
“Good mo
rning.”
Seeing her eyeing the toothbrush, he offered it to her and even put a dollop of toothpaste on the bristles.
They’d all had sex. And she was so thankful to be able to clean her mouth, she didn’t care about using the same brush. Getting the gunk off her teeth was like heaven. Teeth finally clean, she handed the toothbrush back to him.
After all that sex, she wanted to clean up, but suddenly felt shy. As if sensing this, he turned around and let her get into the water with a little privacy to get in.
“You don’t have to be shy around me, you know.”
“I know. Especially after what happened. Old habits are hard to break though. I’m not used to having someone watch me get undressed or bathe.”
“I want to do a lot more than watch you undress and take a bath, sweetheart.”
The soft, serious way he said it made an answering heat low in her belly. Something about them was affecting her in a strange way. She felt like a bitch in heat around them and said as much to him.
“Our bitch in heat then,” he growled, going into the water. “It’s time I had you all to myself, Jasmine.”
Jasmine yelped and tried to escape, but he was too fast. He chased her down in the water and caught her from behind, locking his hands around her hips. She yelped when his hands pushed into her crotch, parting her from the back and rubbing her roughly.
“You shouldn’t touch me like that. I can’t take it,” she said in a daze. She felt dizzy with desire, unable to take their onslaught of passion.
“I think you’ve proved you can take anything we give you. You arouse the beast in me, Jasmine. I can’t control myself around you.”
Just hearing his words made her feel weak in the knees. The gravelly tone of his voice, husky and deep, made her ache in familiar places.
She should have been alarmed, but her pretense of a fight reacted adversely to what it should have. Instead of the chase being a turnoff, it was a turn-on.
He bit the back of her neck, bringing a hand up to cup her breast and roughly pinch the nipple. The other hand played with her clit, fingering her swollen folds and readying her for his invasion.
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