by Lana Hartley
It starts to smoke at its edges and I turn the flame down. If I'm not careful, I'll burn this and start a smoke bomb right here in the fortress' dining room.
I can just imagine the amount of shit I'd get from all the guys if I let that happen. I'd never hear the end of it.
I stir and stir until the ingredients resemble caramel. If someone didn't know any better, they'd be tempted to eat this.
As soon as it reaches the perfect consistency, I carefully pour the mixture into my foil boat and smile, taking a step back to admire my handy work.
And then it dawns on me. If I add some powdered dye into this before it hardens, I can taint the future smoke with red—a color to signify just how much passion we have with this cause. That'll really send a signal.
I dig around in my supply box when I hear footsteps behind me. I lift my head and turn around, and then I see her.
It's Snow...and fuck, she's hotter than the flame of any blowtorch I've ever held.
Immediately, I extend my hand.
"We've never met, Princess, but I know who you are," I say with a grin. "The whole kingdom knows who you are. You're going to be instrumental in helping us bring democracy back to this country."
She shakes her head.
"No," she says, looking down at her feet. "I'm not a Freedom Fighter. I'm just a scared girl."
By the look on her face, I know she's speaking honestly, but I can't help but feel a sense of desire course through me as she says this. I want to protect her. To touch her. Hold her.
"That's not true," I say, stepping toward her and daring to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You're no girl...you're a scared woman, but we can show you the way."
I take her hand lightly in mine and I can feel her tremble under my touch, and the close proximity of our bodies ignites the space between us with electricity that seems to supercharge the air.
"What are you making?" she asks, trying to lighten the growing intensity of the moment.
"Oh this? It's a bomb."
"A bomb-bomb? Like a real bomb?" she asks, suddenly surprised. "You say that so casually."
I laugh. "I didn't know bombs could be fake," I say. "Of course this is real. As real as a rabid raccoon."
"I don't think I've ever seen a bomb up close before."
"Well," I smile, spacing my words with a slow, pregnant silence, "there's a first time...for everything."
She lifts her head and holds my gaze—her eyes are like the blue of a photo-shopped ocean. There's a slight hesitation in the way she looks at me, and I continue.
"This," I say, pointing down to the tinfoil boat and its caramel-colored concoction is going to be stiffer than a steel pipe in about an hour, and when it comes time to throwing a lit match at it, it'll erupt into something spectacular."
She's still holding her eyes to mine, and her hesitant expression has been replaced with the hint of a smile.
Then the tone of my voice changes; it's deep and deliberate.
"That isn't the only thing capable of giving you a spectacular surprise," I say.
The shirt I'm wearing is half unbuttoned, and I run my fingers through my hair as if it's the most casual thing in the known world.
Princess Snow eyes my hard pecs and the hint of my chiseled eight-pack abs, but she doesn't allow her eyes to linger long.
She swallows what seems to be a growing lust in a slow, steady gulp. Watching the way her throat trembles like a butterfly caught in a breeze, imperceptible to anyone not paying attention, makes me want to run my lips from her cheeks to the ridges of her collar bone.
I can feel my cock twitch in my pants.
"Just what kind of spectacular surprise?" Snow asks me with a quiver in her words.
"Why don't we show you…?" I say, and I take another step toward her, closing the distance between our bodies.
My eyes fall down to the tops of her breasts. I watch as they tremble slightly under her increasingly beating heart and it makes me want to take them in my mouth.
"Are you promised to Gladrell?" I ask, knowing full well that her answer will change the course of the evening.
Her eyes blaze bright. "No," she purrs. "I'm an independent woman."
Just then, the other Freedom Fighters—Malcolm, Derek, Richard, Lucien, Nicholas, and William enter the room. She notices them all entering the room from different angles, and takes them in, one by one.
She turns to each of us, and says again, "I'm an independent woman."
It's as if she wants us to understand that Prince Gladrell doesn't own her...that no man owns her.
I move toward her, and cupping her cheeks in my strong hands, I make the first move. The entire room is on edge as they watch me.
I lean down and press my lips to hers. She reciprocates by parting her lips and taking me in.
When I pull back I say, "Show us just how independent you are."
Snow
The others circle closer to us and I start to feel an electricity running through me, like prey cornered by a pack of wolves...and I love the thrill. I look at Tyler’s lips for just a second. My tongue flicks out to lick my bottom lip and then Tyler’s lips are on my own again. I gasp in surprise against his mouth and he takes the opportunity of my parted lips to slide his tongue between them. His tongue strokes my bottom lip and then my top. I moan softly in response. When he parts from me, I see that the other men are watching us silently and I'm momentarily speechless.
“Alright Snow,” Tyler says with an unreadable grin, “we’re waiting.”
Something in his tone ignites a fire in me. I put my hand on his chest and push him back a step. My fingers run up my legs, catching the hem of my dress and lifting it off of me, my palms running up the curves of my body as I do so. As my dress falls to the floor, a murmur runs through the crowd, fanning the flames growing inside me. Taking off my bra and thong, I bite down on the corner of my lower lip, boiling lust taking over me. My pussy is already pink and swollen, my nipples hardened to points. I look from face to face, loving the ravenous looks on my protectors' faces.
The moment of awe is over as quickly as it began. I can tell by their expressions that these men won’t be satisfied by devouring me only with their eyes. Tyler sweeps me up into his arms and places me down onto the table. The others clear away the parts on the table and push chairs out of the way hastily and he runs his hands up my body and pushes me down onto the cool wooden surfaces. His skin is dark and rough, contrasting against my soft, pale torso. I love the feeling of those hands on me, holding my waist as his lips dip down toward my body. He captures one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks it between his lips. He traps it between his teeth and flicks his tongue over the tip, making me gasp again. The others have circled around the table. I look up and William is standing overhead. I reach above me and slide my hands up his sides and over his hard body, curling into his shirt and tugging him down toward me. He descends on me and his lips are on mine, his hands holding the sides of my face and curled under my chin. I open my mouth for him invitingly, eagerly sucking his tongue between my lips.
I feel Tyler making his way down my body with his mouth, tasting my skin all the way down to my thighs. I shiver under his eager mouth, my legs parting for him. He kisses the inner curve of my leg and sucks on my skin, raking it with his teeth gently. When he runs his tongue up my slit and flicks it over my clit, I moan loudly into William’s mouth. Tyler grins between my legs at my reaction.
“She’s sensitive,” he says as he slides his fingers inside me, “and wet.”
Someone takes my hand and kisses my wrist, making his way down my arm. I curl my hand in thick hair. Another set of lips is on my ribs, slowly working up to my nipple. I don’t know who is where, and at this point, I don’t care. I want them all. Another hand takes my leg and sets it on a strong shoulder, massaging my calf and thigh with wonderfully firm hands, raking fingers over my skin and kneading my flesh. Tyler starts to pump his fingers inside of me and all the sensations mix into ful
l body pleasure. When his tongue starts to make slow circles around my clit, I have to break away from William’s kiss to gasp for air.
“I need to taste those beautiful lips for myself,” Lucien says and kisses me hard. He nibbles on my bottom lip and then pushes his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around my own. The relentless barrage of lips, tongues, and hands leaves me feeling delirious. As Tyler starts to suck on my clit and flick his tongue over it rhythmically, I can already feel the heat building up in my body. His fingers drum against my inner walls maddeningly. I moan my pleasure into Lucien’s mouth now, and he greedily fucks my mouth with his tongue.
I turn my head to the side suddenly as I feel the little throbs in my pussy building toward a crescendo.
“Tyler, you’re going to make me come!”
Lucian’s teeth nip at my ear and then he speaks into it, his voice low and sexy.
“Come for us, Snow. We’re all waiting to see that beautiful face when you come.”
Knowing that all eyes are on me is enough to send me over the edge. My hips lift off of the table with the intense ripples of pleasure that spread all the way to my toes. My mouth drops open and I scream with every thrust of Tyler’s fingers. He doesn’t stop until I collapse limp against the table again, my skin still buzzing in the afterglow. He straightens up again with that irresistible grin and licks his lips.
As soon as I can move again I sit up, and my eyes lock on Richard. He was the first of them to speak to me, the one who snatched me out of my fear and brought me into this world of rebellion. The way his beautiful eyes hold my gaze say that he is ready to have me. I grab his shirt and pull him toward me, tugging it up over his head. As I drop it to the floor, he wraps his arms around me once more, and this time I feel his bare skin against mine. My legs wrap around his waist and my fingers fumble clumsily with his belt. He reaches down to help me, tugging it open in two quick motions. I waste no time in sliding my hands down his pants. I gasp at the prize I find inside, his cock already hard and almost too thick for me to wrap my entire hand around it. The look of shock on my face must be pretty clear, because he gives me a smile and looks me up and down slowly.
“Think you’re going to be able to handle all of us after all?” he says to me with a cocky smirk on his face.
I don’t respond. Instead, I move my hips all the way to the edge of the table and pull his cock free from his pants, guiding it inside of me slowly. My legs tighten around his waist to bring his body toward me. I can’t help but moan out as his cock fills and stretches me. Just as I start to think I can’t possibly take any more, Richard moves his hips forward, pushing the last inch into me and bringing our bodies together. He holds himself there for just a moment while I get used to the feeling.
“Breathe,” he says to me softly as he lifts me up off the table. I didn't realize I was holding my breath. As I let the air out of my lungs with a long, soft moan, Richard starts to fuck me slowly, pulling his cock out halfway and then sheathing himself in me completely. I put my arms around his neck and grip his hair. Holding me in place against his body, he continues to fuck me gently. As my body gets used to his cock, I start moving my hips in time with him, craving the delicious way he fills me. Sensing my impatience, Richard thrusts into me harder, bringing his cock out a little bit further each time. Soon I am crying out every time he rocks his hips into me.
“Ohh, fuck, this feels amazing!” I say, bouncing on his cock. I don’t even think I could stop if he actually split me in half.
I hear a belt buckle jingle and out of the corner of my eye I see another shirt fall to the floor. Fingers in my hair tighten and turn my face to the side, Derek is there, his cock already dripping with pre-cum. It’s just as intimidating as Richard’s, and I smile at the sight of it.
“It’s about to be even more amazing,” Derek says, “I can’t resist that perfect ass any longer.”
Richard takes a half step back as Derek moves between me and the table. Resting on the edge of it, he takes my hips in his hands and pulls me backward, Richard moving forward to close the distance between us. I feel Derek’s fingers stroke my ass gently, his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks. Richard watches my face intently as Derek’s head presses against my asshole. My eyes go wide as I realize where he intends to fit that enormous cock. I gasp and whimper as he pushes it in. My ass is still slick and wet from coming earlier, and his cock slides inside. All I can do is stare into Richard’s eyes as I’m filled and stretched yet again by a second cock. Once both of them are completely inside of me, Derek puts one arm around my hips and pulls me back until he’s lying on the table with me on top of him, my back against his cheek.
When he starts to fuck me from below, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. Having both of them inside of me at once is intoxicating. The way their cocks slip in and out of sync as they move in me, the way that each of them fills and stretches me beyond what I thought possible. Soon, they find a rhythm, one pulling out as the other thrusts in. Richard holds my waist and Derek holds my hips, and I grip Richard’s upper arms, my fingers digging into his muscle.
“Please! Oh, please!” I say, hardly recognizing that the desperate voice is my own.
“Please what, Snow?” Derek says in my ear.
“Please fuck me harder! Make me come!”
I feel Derek’s cock start to move in and out of my ass at a quicker pace, and Richard speeds up to match him. My muscles clench around them as the pressure starts to build up again, more intensely than before. I feel full to the point of bursting. The first waves of climax catch me off guard as a pulsing feeling overwhelms my pussy. I feel a sudden release, and as the pleasure rocks through my body like an earthquake, my pussy releases a spray of crystal clear fluid, drenching both men in my cum. I breathe heavily as I try to process what just happened.
“You're fucking incredible, Snow,” Richard says, his voice laced with lust.
“We’re going to make you cum until you forget that pretty name of yours,” Derek growls softly into my ear. I have no doubt that’s exactly what they’re going to do.
I see Nicholas move to one side of me. Completely absorbed in what was being done to me, I hadn’t noticed him removing his clothes...but I notice now. His sculpted cock hovers just over my face. I don't even know if I can fit my lips around his head, much less the massive shaft, but that isn't going to stop me from trying. I look up into his eyes and open my mouth slowly, sticking my tongue out to receive his cock. I hear a sharp intake of air and then he swears softly under his breath as he looks down at my eager face. When his head passes through my lips, I stroke the bottom of his shaft with my tongue, slowly taking more of his cock in little by little. As his cock hits the back of my throat, I swallow reflexively. My throat grips his cock and draws it down a little further. He swears again in surprise. I lean toward him a little, letting his cock push further down my throat until I have to breathe. I grip the base of his shaft and pull it from my mouth, gasping for air.
As soon as I’ve caught my breath, I take him in again. My tongue slowly slides down his cock, the taste of him filling my mouth. His head bumps against the back of my throat again and I suck and lick trying to coax him deeper into my throat once more. His cock presses against my palate, not budging. I move my mouth up and down a little, letting him fuck the back of my throat, curious how to get more of him inside me as I did the first time. I taste his pre-cum dripping into my mouth and swallow again, his cock sliding back down my throat once more just as he pushes against me. Suddenly I'm impaled to the hilt in every orifice. Richard and Derek have started fucking me again slowly as I start to work my mouth up and down Nicholas’s shaft. He moans and grips my hair, fucking my mouth in time with my breathing.
With Nicholas rubbing against the back of my throat, and Derek and Richard fucking my ass and pussy with increasing speed, I start to feel the urge to come building up in me again. This time, I’m determined to fight it off until they explode inside of me. I focus my attention on sucking Nichola
s’s cock faster, my hand working his shaft each time I come up for air. Derek’s cock is the first to start twitching inside of me. His fingers grip tight against my hips as he moans.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he says, and pumps his cock into me fast several times before going still, pumping me full of his cum until I can hold no more and it drips out around his cock, puddling on the table and running down my ass cheeks.
Richard’s breath catches in his throat. He fucks me slow and hard dragging his cock out and thrusting it back in to the hilt until he releases his load inside of me as well, his cum running down my thighs and dripping onto the table and floor as well. Having their cum inside of me turns me on so much that I can’t hold back any more. I desperately suck down Nicholas’s cock as my body shakes with ecstasy, the third climax overtaking me. He moans and holds my head still, using his hips to thrust in and out of my mouth. Just as the sensation makes its way up my spine and down to my toes, Nicholas comes at last. I swallow as each rope of cum hits my throat, but he soon fills my mouth. I feel his cum run down the side of my face as he pulls his cock free from my mouth. I use my fingers to swipe it into my mouth, licking up every drop eagerly.
As I clean up the streams of cum with my tongue, I feel Richard slide his cock out of me, leaving me feeling empty. Derek sits up, bringing me with him and then lifting me off of his cock and setting me on my feet. My legs quiver underneath me for a moment, threatening to give out. Tyler steps in front of me, his fingers trailing up my body and then settling on my shoulder.
“Sure you’re still ready to take us all on, Snow? We’re not even halfway done with you yet.”
The sensation of emptiness and the throb of my clit at his touch gives me the answer. I unbuckle his belt, much more deftly than my first attempt, and my fingers push into his pants. As my hand wraps around his sizable cock, I give him a mischievous smirk of my own.
“On the contrary, Tyler, I was just thinking about how much I’d like to return the favor.”
