by Mima
But then he withdrew. Sensation rolled through her tummy, tingling her spine, shivering her thighs. She felt her vagina close in the wake of his fat penis pulling from the gripping, dripping clutch of her body.
Adam pushed to the back of her throat. She swallowed. He jerked at her hair, which tightened her hanging nipples.
Markos punched his hips in with short digs. He managed to win another inch deeper. Withdrew, out, out. Again, jabbing, pushing farther in. All she needed was one flick of her clit and she’d go again. Frustrated, she swung her hips.
Adam tried to set up a rhythm, but every time he pushed into Xia’s mouth, she changed the stroke of her tongue. Curl, flutter, press.
His hand tightened on her throat in warning. “Woman.”
Markos dragged his thick cock back to her entrance. This time he shoved in to where her body stopped. They were used to this. Witches were not made for minotaur cocks. One of his hands brushed against her sore ass as he wrapped a fist around himself, marking his limit. He widened toward his base, and her skin was stretched tight, stuffed.
Withdrawing only a few inches, he began to fuck her. It was hard, shoving the round head of himself into the smallest, deepest place in her body. He knocked into sensitive parts of her with every thrust, and it was like his spanking all over again, only inside.
Adam’s breath was loud between Markos’s deep grunts. Finally Markos began to drive in her, fast, bobbing motions that kept Adam from any deliberate stroking of her mouth.
“Suck me!” Adam ordered.
Xia closed her teeth around him to keep him from jostling in her mouth. Her tongue lay passive, refusing his order. The smell of him was in her throat, his taste sharp. She gave her body up to Markos, who was now rigid against her ass, his fat, heavy balls slapping at her thighs. Her clit ached and swelled, but she needed to support herself with her hands. He filled her belly, heat and winding, tightening need expanding like the sun inside.
Markos’s deep roar began to build. Desperate, Xia moaned around Adam, dragging his scent deep into her lungs, tightening her inner core with every heartbeat. Finally, Markos sent the hand he’d held himself with to her clit. One literally searing touch of his fire-flushed finger on her clit had her body writhing in a frenzy. She melted, lava pumping through her body. Then he came. And his come burned.
Xia tried to pull away from Adam, struggling to breathe, to scream. He finally withdrew from her mouth only to cover her stinging lips with his own. His mouth eating at hers, Markos’s jerking, swelling cock pulling at her cunt, the semen burning down her thighs, lighting up her belly, torching her spine…
The pain cascaded into pleasure again and held as Markos continued to thrust against her cervix, his finger chasing her clit through her sopping cave. Adam’s plunging tongue and teeth kept shifting her focus, and then the heat in her cunt would explode anew.
By the time Markos pushed his finger in her ass, she only groaned softly as the pleasure settled into a steady throbbing pulse. When he quickly pumped the one into two, stretching her between swollen cheeks, she was a twitching, shuddering puddle. As he dragged his length out of her rippling cunt, he forced three into her. The sting barely registered when her labia and thighs were washed by the cascade of warm come flowing from her.
“Now me. Now.” Adam’s voice was hard and vicious.
Markos muttered, and pumped his fingers in her ass.
And then she was lifted, shifted, nudged and draped. Before she understood what was happening, she rested belly to belly on the hard length of Adam’s body. Her thighs were on either side of his, and his cock was drifting into her with a steady, long slide. Markos’s fingers never left her ass, his presence shuffling up behind her like a wall of heat.
Her hands clawed at Adam’s shoulders. Once he was wrapped in her warmth, he gripped her upper arms and held himself still, shaking. Her ass ached, her cheeks stung, her clit throbbed, and her packed pussy hummed, but the most unbearably beautiful thing was so much of Adam’s bare skin. She was plastered down his hard, silky taut skin, so much, so strong.
“Remember yourself, Xia,” Markos hissed in her ear. Then he promptly undid the sudden clarity of his reminder by dragging his teeth down her neck to the delicious spot between shoulder and spine. He knew to kiss her there softened her.
He worked his three large fingers in her ass, pulling and pressing them with only a bit of their come to assist, and she sighed into Adam’s mouth.
“I ache. It’s sssso good, and I need more.” Ignis hissed as his strong hands shifted her on Adam, his firm strokes controlling the way she rocked on Adam’s erection.
Between licking kisses, she gasped, “No, Markos. I can’t.” She wouldn’t be able to take him in the ass. She wouldn’t be able to control Adam, keep him on edge.
“You will. You have to. I won’t stop asking for more. I can’t. Ignis is hungry.” Markos’s free hand smoothed over her tender ass cheeks, a threatening caress.
She wouldn’t be able to satisfy Ignis if she didn’t keep coming. It was all tangled, the experience more than she’d imagined, more than she’d feared. Markos pumped his fingers again, the quick spread and release of her anus a hard nip of pain-pleasure.
Adam ripped his lips from hers. “Aye, dream storm. Forget your little plots and give your flesh to the elements. You don’t have our substance, and we’ve already tattered and torn your will.” With a sudden arching thrust, he shoved deep with a lift of his hips. “Now I’ve staked myself inside you, and I won’t be leaving. You will lose yourself in us.”
She focused on him, saw his eyes shine purple, before the waves came up and dragged the amethyst down deep.
His hand in her hair forced her head back, and his mouth moved onto her throat, teeth scouring her, tongue lashing her pulse.
Markos smacked her ass again, sucking hard at that beautiful spot on her neck. She swore she felt his fingers rub Adam’s thickness through the barrier of her body. Adam’s mouth was so close to his, a mere inch away as both men pulled on the skin of her neck.
The thought excited her. She whispered, “Kiss.”
Adam bit at her jaw. Markos sucked harder, edging his kiss into pain. His fingers left her ass, and then a cold, smooth object was there. She keened as he forced it into her, shook with joy as he set his teeth back around the bruise he worked on. Adam licked in a long, hard stroke up her throat. When the huge thing stilled in her, the pain passed into awe. Adam was immense inside her.
“What have you done?” Her voice was low and throaty, rough with the effort it took to hold her orgasm back. She sent a gust spinning around the bed, cooling her, reminding her.
Adam groaned against her throat. And then his hand finally untangled from her hair, and both his and Markos’s hands lifted her torso upright so that she settled into the thick pelt of Markos’s chest. She sank astride Adam’s thighs, but tilted against Markos, her back in an arch that shifted her stuffed lower body in a way that made her pant.
“Ahhhh,” Adam sighed, as his gaze settled on her chest. “Yesssss.”
Markos’s lips found her ear and nibbled on it with delicate skill. But one hand went to her clit, and the other went to her ass, where he circled one finger over the stretched skin around the plug. The heat he poured over her clit made her twitch. Adam’s pecs jumped in response, his abs jumping into stark relief.
“Stay still.” Markos’s voice was wrecked from his earlier roaring. It was a scratchy rumble, barely distinguishable. “Don’t stimulate him, Xia.”
Adam was captivated by her breasts. His hands were hard on them, rough and heavy. It wasn’t his touch at all. He scored one nail along the crease below her left breast, shoved her right one high, gripped in his fist. It was strange and carnal to be handled so.
She reminded herself he was in there, her rampart. She’d wait for him, the same way he’d done for her. She pattered her fingertips across his chest, a delicate code to her lover of her respect. His lashes lowered, teeth revealed in a
grimace, but his touch softened. Large thumbs flicked her nipples. His hips jerked up against her pelvis, tightening her already locked muscles, and her lungs fluttered. She almost broke, but Markos slid his finger from her clit.
Pulling her palms from Adam’s amazing, stark nipples, Markos folded her hands behind her back, shoving his thick, wet cock against them. She scrabbled to feel his girth, his solid, tight skin. He wouldn’t soften until he’d come several more times. His head was so velvety smooth. The heat of him nestling into her palms made her arms ache, but then Adam twisted her breasts, and she couldn’t help the tightening of her channel around his firm length.
He chuckled, satisfied. “Yes. I’ll taste the human release now.” His fingers gentled on her, tracing trails of shock over her upper chest. His gaze on her nipples was enough to keep them aching.
His hips began to pump, lifting her weight effortlessly, tossing her in an erotic surge. She trembled.
Then Markos put something cold and round into her hand, heavy and smooth. Their secret weapon to keep Aqua occupied. “Time to burn, Lady Aer. My flames are fading.”
With a twist, the plug dragged out of her ass. Moisture poured over her from a bottle of lube, and his finger pushed it in her. Adam huffed, squeezing her throbbing nipples. Xia pressed the catch on the metal circle, her hands still behind her back, her head supported by Markos’s strong shoulder. It sprang open into two hinged arcs, a miniature manacle.
Something cold and impossibly large touched between her lubed cheeks. “You should see your ass. It’s so puffy and swollen, shiny and pink.” Markos spread one cheek to the side. “Now.”
Xia moved her hands with difficulty, her arms weighted with drugged pleasure. A puff of air in Adam’s face brought his black eyes to hers, distracting him from her reaching hands. His golden hair, darkening with sweat at the temples, fluttered. Her hands snaked over her thighs and shoved between them. She snapped the cock cuff around the base of his penis and balls, glad he had no fluffy hairs to catch in the latch. She met his eyes, nearly choking with terror and lust.
Markos heard the click and chuckled.
Adam’s mouth was a slash on his face, his lips drawn into a grimace of pleasure. “What is that?” His fingers closed threateningly on her nipples.
Xia ratcheted the cock ring tight and his head jerked hard, the cords on his neck stark. His crushing grip on her nipples tore a cry from her lips, but it made her hips tremble with eagerness.
“Stings, doesn’t it?” Markos rumbled. “Tighter, Xia.”
She did as Ignis wanted and cinched the ring deeper into Adam’s flesh. He snarled, and she cried out as the heat from her abused nipples streaked to her belly. That’s when Markos pushed the dildo into her tiny, slightly stretched hole. The plug had been uncomfortable, but exciting. The dildo driving in should have hurt, except Adam was inside her, pulling her breasts taut, and Markos’s mouth settled on the other side of her neck to suck.
She shattered, closing her eyes on the fierce pleasure. Adam roared, rising forward. His torso rippled with masculine control as he folded to sit up.
“What have you done?” Aqua cried out, and two large hands settled like claws on her shoulders. Ignis laughed, free with delight, as if the two beings it fed off weren’t in the grip of beautiful agony.
Her body jerked and twisted, trying to escape the sting in her ass. Her core seized again and again on Adam, the pleasure dimming her view of his furious face. Markos’s soft cock head thrust again and again in the groove of her lower spine and erupted in scalding wetness.
He leaned in and wrapped his large hands around Aqua’s wrists. His chest flexed against her back as he pried at Adam’s hands, dragging them from her shoulders. Xia was aware of a tug, a twisting, and then the men’s hands grappled before her. She was between two immensely strong men arm wrestling for the right to touch her. Markos’s arms stretched over her shoulders as he pushed Adam’s palms back toward his shoulders. Their fingers laced together, palm to palm, hands held tight. They strained for dominance so fiercely she could see the sinews shifting in their forearms.
“Are you ready to burn, Aqua?” Ignis taunted. “But you can’t, can you?”
Adam jerked again and again in Xia. She sympathized, knowing he suffered his own pleasure-pain, trapped in the cock ring. Then he destroyed her sympathy with murderous words.
“I will douse you and scatter your coals to the freezing depths.” Adam spoke through clenched teeth.
The scouring look in his eyes combined with her rasping throat. Her breath struggled. She coughed, lost as she came again at the thought they were dominating Aqua, however roughly. Pleasure burst from her clit where it chafed against Adam, with Markos pressing her forward.
Markos suddenly reversed course, wrenching his hands free of Adam’s and struggling from the bed. “Why do you threaten? Because I dare to flow faster than you? Because I give her pleasure and take power in it?”
His distance from her brought such sweet cooling relief. Pine-night air danced over her and she writhed in Adam’s loose grip on her ribs, her packed pelvis shorting out her ability to understand.
“I knew you were a selfish bitch, Aqua.” Markos stood to the side of the bed, the torch flames and the forest shadows on his pelted barrel-chest making him look like a primitive warrior. “We’re here to share her desire. But so far, all you’ve done is torment. Are you going to taste what your seal wanted you to? Or are you going to drive her away?”
“Get this trap off of us. Our come is stretching our balls.”
Her hands rested on his rigid biceps. Her fingertips spasmed in her desire to free Adam from his discomfort. No. Tonight wasn’t about her and Adam. She was a woman in love, but the terrifying words he spat gave her the courage to be the soldier. She could dominate this man, torment and drive him to the brink. Her fingertips tapped a reassurance up his straining muscles. The fight was on, and Adam was on her side. He’d given himself up to this, and she would use his generosity well.
Markos folded his arms, the biceps as thick as Xia’s thighs. “You’re not listening. You get to spill your come when she does. I’ve taken her to release many times, while you’ve done shit. Earn your freedom, Aqua. Dream storm will make it better, but you still don’t deserve her.”
“I am Aqua!” The liquid smoothness of not-Adam’s voice trebled, echoing with a thunderous reverberation.
Somehow, the reality that she was fucking Aqua finally crystallized. Xia moaned, twisting on the twin stakes binding her body in place. All it would take was one hard grind against her clit, and she’d come so hard she feared for her control. Her toes curled, and she saw that her fingernails were leaving deep crescents in Adam’s arms.
Markos sneered, leaning toward Aqua. “Pleasure stolen from humans is shallow. Think of all the times they’ve defied us for truths of their own. Don’t you want to experience this bond that calls them to their doom? You were curious enough to come see what could keep your selkie from your embrace.”
“You say that like you know these bonds you seek to draw me into, Ignis. We’re above such fleeting ties.” Adam gripped her ass and pinned her writhing body down against his hips, driving him to his deepest point yet. The cock ring gouged into her folds and it only felt good. He hissed. “The pleasure is fine for a moment, but I will not have this slight wisp thinking to take the power from me. Get this thing off.”
Her ass and her clit battled for the higher need. She strangled on the wail in her throat.
Markos smiled. “Power is over-rated. Not all of us have to destroy. Some of us like to dance once in awhile. Please her, and she’ll return the taste. It’s so sweet.”
After a dozen moments of silence, Xia was able to think beyond the throbbing in her uterus. She focused on Adam, seeing the spinning fury of Aqua in his eyes as he stared at Markos. Markos towered next to them, one wide hand pumping his shining cock, the other rolling his large balls. He grinned, lifting one sardonic brow. His brown eyes danced with flames.
She didn’t believe it was merely reflection from the torches. Ignis, full of emotion and greed, wore him well.
Adam swung his head in a graceful sweep to look at her.
She stopped breathing.
“I want to fuck you. If I give you delight, you’ll let our come free.” He stared hard at her, his hands biting into her hips.
She nodded once, teeth clenched.
“Or I’ll break your neck.”
Every hair on Xia’s body lifted in horror at the calm singsong claim said with Adam’s deep voice.
For a moment, purple gleamed. “Xia, remember,” he rasped.
She reached to his lips and softly tapped her fingertips across his lower lip. His lashes came down, lifted, and then the black was back. His fingers curled into her ass, gripping her cheeks. Her lips ripped open on a guttural sob as the sensitized skin around the dildo pulled. His hands moved in and she couldn’t stop the wail this time as he gripped the base and twisted it in her.
She grunted long and hard as he tugged half of it from her.
“Put your hands on your tits.”
It took such concentration to ignore the heat at her core, the weight pulling at her ass, to maneuver her awkward arms. Her palms on her swollen breasts shocked her, made her sigh. He ripped the dildo out of her. Xia lost control of her spine and slumped against him, burying her face in his neck. He smelled of Adam, of sea and fur and strength. She sobbed when his hands cupped her ass hard, tucking her tight against him.
“Yessss.”
He rolled, pinning her down onto the firm mattress. He was warm, but it was the heat of passion, not fire. With his hands trapped low behind her aching ass, he began to thrust in short, hard lunges. His weight on her, his skin stretched out again along her, Markos’s taut, grimacing face staring down at them, it all crushed the air from her lungs.
She came at once, but he didn’t stop. Staying deep and striking her clit hard each time, he worked his hips between her splayed thighs in a frenzy. Her belly was tight and lifted against the rolling orgasm that held her shaking and helpless.
