by Lana Hartley
Each of them fills my mouth and showers my body in cum, and kisses me to taste themselves on my lips. It feels almost like a ritual, a claiming. I'm marked with the scent and the taste of each of them, until, finally, I'm drenched head to toe in cum, the sticky fluid tickling my skin as it runs down my body. When I'm done with them, my hands run over my skin, not an inch of me dry. I bring my hand to my mouth, licking the mixture of cum off of my palm as my protectors watch. My hands press against my thighs and move upward until my fingers brush my clit. Watching each of them cum has me dripping and ready. I circle with two fingers while I dip two more into my pussy. I slowly bring myself to the edge of climax, using the cum covering my body as lube.
Just as I'm about to come, I throw my head back and moan, the final waves of pleasure shooting through me. I pant and shiver, finally satisfied.
“Well, I was going to suggest you do the housekeeping to pull your weight around here, but I think this is going to work out much better for everyone,” Tyler says, giving me that signature cheeky grin. I laugh breathlessly, certain I’m getting the far better end of this deal.
Lucien
The waitress slams the two tankards of ale down on the gnarled oak table, hurrying off to her next customers. The foam sloshes over the rims, and I watch as it slides down the edges of the mugs.
These mugs must be as ancient as the walls of this tavern.
I take a quick glance around the room—at the big-bellied men and high, wood rafters. I don't think I've ever seen this tavern empty. It's always fuller than a freeway at rush hour.
Richard brings the mug to his mouth, taking a greedy gulp, and when he pulls it back, a line of foam clings to his upper lip. He wipes it off with the back of his hand and smiles.
"Now that's an ale," he grins, leaning back in his seat in deep approval.
I nod my head in agreement. "There are few things more satisfying than a well-crafted beer," I say. "My cock might not agree, but my stomach certainly does."
We both laugh.
Just then, a voice cuts through our conversation.
"Mind if I join you?" a man says. It's a voice steeped in privilege and bureaucracy.
Richard and I look up and see Prince Gladrell. He has a disarmingly white smile—the kind you only see in toothpaste commercials, or on dangerous women.
"Please, have a seat," I say, motioning to the empty space next to us.
"It's good to see you both," Gladrell says. "I must ask—how is Princess Snow? Is she safe?"
I see Gladrell isn't wasting any time.
“Of course she’s safe,” I say.
Richard looks at me with a private, knowing gaze that says of course she's safe, and we both know what that means....she's safe in the embrace of seven, muscled men—14 strong biceps, seven chiseled chests, and seven stiff cocks.
If only Gladrell knew just how safe we're keeping her...
He seems to sense that there's more to our words than meets the surface of the conversation, like seeing the tip of an iceberg and knowing that what you're seeing is only 10 percent of the real deal.
"What does that mean?" Gladrell asks.
I know we have to tread carefully here.
"It means that Snow is dear to all of our hearts," I say, shrugging my shoulders as if it's a truth that he should already understand. I play it cool.
He seems to accept this answer and he nods his head. "She certainly is," he says. He turns to both of us. "Lucien, Richard, I need you to keep Snow out of the fighting."
He shrugs. "We won't be throwing bombs at her feet, if that's what you mean," Richard says.
"I think you both know very well what I mean," Gladrell says, his voice taking a sharp turn. "What I'm saying is that the fighting will intensify. There'll be a war on our doorsteps. I'm ordering you both to keep Snow far away from this. Don't tell me you've forgotten how to be soldiers?"
"Forgetting isn't a word in our vocabularies," Richard says.
"Good," Gladrell says. "Then do as you've been ordered and keep Snow out of harm's way."
With that, he pushes himself away from the table and stands up. Then, with a sharp nod, he turns on his heels and leaves the Tavern without another word.
I let out an agitated sigh, but before I can say anything, we see Snow approach our table.
"What are you doing here?" I ask. She was the last person I expected to see in this place.
She has her hands on her hips. "I followed you," she says, matter-of-fact.
"You shouldn't do that," Richard says, taking another pull from his ale.
"Why not?" she says, daring us for the truth with her eyes sparking a hot blue
"This country is no longer safe, Princess," I say, looking at her over the rim of my mug.
"Don't give me that Princess bullshit right now," she says, agitated. Her cheeks flush the shade of a ripe plum. "What's really going on? I have the right to know."
"It's nothing, it's just—" I start to say, but Snow cuts me off.
"I heard what Prince Gladrell said. I'm not stupid. Why do I have to stay safe?" she asks.
"We're here to protect you," I say. I reach over to touch her hand, but she pulls back.
"Don't patronize me," she says, looking at us both. "Who do you think I am? I don't need your protecting."
"Yes you do," Richard and I say simultaneously, giving each other a knowing look, a smile forming on our lips.
She seems to understand the glimmer of something more hidden in our eyes, and I reach out, placing my hand on hers.
The tension in her body recedes.
"Sit," I say, patting the empty space between Richard and I. We'd love nothing more than to have her body sandwiched between ours.
"What if I don't want to sit?" she asks, the hint of the devil on her lips.
"What if we make you?" Richard says, more than willing to play this game.
"So make me," she purrs, her lips parting just enough so that we catch a glimpse of her moist tongue, and immediately my cock stiffens to attention, as if it were saluting its captain.
And let's be honest; she is the captain of this ship, and Richard and I are more than happy to be along for the ride. Richard and I eye her body with a growing hunger, and I think about what I'd give about now to stick my cock between the warm, secret swells of her breasts.
Snow is enjoying this game, and she swings her hips playfully, causing the hemline of her dress to climb well above her knees. She's still refusing to sit.
"Has this Tavern turned into an oven, or is it just me?" she purrs. She pretends to fan her face.
"It's only about to get hotter," I smile. "You sure you're ready to play with this heat?"
"Am I?" she asks, giving us a wink, and curling the edges of her lips into a playful grin. "There's only one way to find out. I think we need to book a room for tonight...right here at the Tavern."
Snow
Lucien and Richard, talking with Gladrell about how I need to stay safe? Of course I followed them. “I decide what happens to me...or with my body,” I tell them, and they both look at me.
I go straight up the tavern stairs, my heart thumping so fast I suddenly feel dizzy. I leave because I want to get them to come with me, and turning on my heels, I remain still as I face the doorway. They know what I want, now it’s in their hands: they can either come, or not.
I stand there for what seems like an eternity, a sudden silence surrounding me. The pounding of my heart growing louder and louder, drowning all of my thoughts, and it only subsides when I start hearing footsteps coming up the stairs.
Lucien? Richard? I have no idea who’s coming up the stairs, and the anticipation is killing me. But then I see two shadows in the corridor and a heartbeat later, both of them are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, right before the doorway.
“You want us both...” Richard starts, but I’m not even listening to his words. No, the moment I see them both I lose all control. Without a single word, I reach for his shirt and pull him inside the
room. He takes two steps inside, and that’s enough for me to press my lips against his mouth and to slide one hand down his chest.
I wrap my fingers around Richard's cock, his thickness pulsing against my smooth skin. I grin at him, his lips slightly parted as I start moving my hand back and forth with slow and teasing movements. Looking over my shoulder at Lucien, I can almost feel all the pent-up desire hiding behind his eyes. His pants are tented, his cock pushing hard against the fabric as he takes in the sight of my hand on Richard’s cock.
"Come here...or are you just going to stand there and look?" I ask him, the words drawling out of my mouth in a half-purr, each syllable like a jab designed with the intent of spurring him into action. He swallows in his hesitancy, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he steels his face, his lips an almost inscrutable line. For half a second, I think he's going to turn on his feet and bolt back down the stairs. But I'm just being silly, really: these two can't get enough of me...even if they have to share. All of my Freedom Fighters, and that’s how the Seven have made themselves available to me — as mine — belong inside me. Right now I’ve followed these two and now I need more than just information.
Lucien licks his dry lips, his body leaning forward as he takes one step toward Richard and I. I reach for him with my hand, my fingers grabbing at his belt and pulling him close. I push on the hem of his pants and, before he can react, I slide my fingers under his trousers and boxer briefs, feeling the aching warmness of his cock. I open the palm of my hand and, straining against the hold of his pants, grab his cock harshly.
I turn my attention back to Richard, my heart starting to race faster, each beat of it sending a hefty dosage of desire toward my pussy. My insides are burning up, the sweet spot between my thighs becoming more and more soaked by the second.
I won't lie: this feels very, very good. A dream come true. The idea of them sharing me right now turns me on so much I feel a humming pleasure coursing through my body at just the idea.
I followed them and demanded they tell me what was going on, and they acted like they didn’t want to tell me. As if I need to continue being a damn pawn. I mean, part of me gets that and part of me also doesn’t want to be pulled in all those directions.
Now, with my hands on their hard cocks, I'm going to cut through all the bullshit and get pulled in the direction I actually want to be pulled in.
I take my hand off of Lucien's cock and, with a quick push and flick of my fingers, I pull his belt out and unzip the fly in his pants, tugging them down with his underwear at the same time. His cock jumps to my hand in a flash, and I only have to curl my fingers around it.
"This is hot, isn’t it?" I purr at them.
With a snarl, Richard hand captures my waist, his fingers sliding across it and then down over my ass cheeks. He grabs them hard, squeezing my cheeks in his fingers; I breathe out deeply and, before I can breathe back in, Lucien's long and eager fingers are running up my stomach and to my breasts, going over the curve there in a hesitant motion. He squeezes my right breast then, savoring how my tender flesh molds itself to his fingers.
I keep moving my hands up and down their cocks, still keeping my gentle and patient, if not tantalizing, pace. I open my hands then, sliding them down and cupping their balls at the same time. They're warm and big, and filled to the brim with an unending dose of testosterone.
"Pants off," I say in a low commanding tone, looking from Richard to Lucien. They look at me, their eyes slowly widening as if they didn't expect me to take charge like that. "Now," I command with a devious smile on my lips.
Snow, experienced pleasure seeker here, and happy to comply.
Richard is the first to buck under the pressure. He kicks off his shoes hurriedly and, even before he gets the first one off, Lucien starts to do the same. I go back to their cocks, stroking them as they push their pants down and step out of them.
"That’s it," I whisper teasingly, letting go of their members and grabbing them by the scruff of their necks. I pull them into me harshly, both their mouths dangerously close to mine. I lean into Lucien, brushing my lips against him and then pull back, doing the same with Richard. They taste heavenly, desire pulsing sweetly on my pussy as I grow wetter; my juices are already soaking my thong and, if I keep going like this, soon enough they'll be dripping down my legs.
With a darting movement, Lucien reaches for me and takes his hand, pushing it under the hem of my dress and pressing hard against my pussy. I moan sharply, his pressure on me sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. Not wanting to be left behind, Richard hikes the dress up to my waist and then grabs my ass hard, his fingers brushing over my ass crack. I squeeze their cocks, allowing instinct to be my only guide. Biting down on my lower lip, I know exactly what I need to do.
I go down to my knees, their cocks still in my hand. I look up at them, both their cock pointing upward right above my face. God, just looking at them is enough to make me moan in anticipation. I start tugging on their members hard, flicking my wrists harshly as I move my fingers from their root to the tip.
Leaning forward, I let my tongue slowly slide out of my mouth, and reach for Richard's cock with it. As gently as I can, I lick all his length, from its root to the tip, lapping at it twice. Then, stroking him softly, I turn my attention to Richard and do the same. I keep doing it over and over again, gently licking the both of them, my hands keeping their cocks in position. I push them closer, their tips just inches away from each other; the closer they are, the warmer they become, as if the proximity between them is making their blood boil.
I pull back for an instant, just enough so that I can glance at them, my hands stroking their cocks harder. I go faster and faster, my eyes never leaving their faces; Lucien closes his eyes for a fraction of a second and, before he can open them up, I lean in. I open my mouth, engulfing his tip and allowing his saltiness to coat my tongue. Sucking eagerly, I let his tip pop out of my mouth and then lean into Richard, wrapping my lips around his cock as both men's scent blend inside my mouth. God, if they weren't so massively thick I'd just open my mouth and let their cocks inside of me at the same time. It's not a problem though; I'll just have to push them to the edge one at a time.
Opening my mouth, I move forward and push Richard's cock down, allowing it to roll over my tongue and go as deep as possible. I let it pierce me until I can almost feel its throbbing tip against the back of my throat. Pulling back out slowly, I suck on him all the way, my lips sliding off his tip with a lewd sound.
I do the same with Lucien, ramming his cock inside of me with a sudden forward movement of my head. But instead of simply pulling back out, I start bobbing my head up and down, sucking him at the same rhythm I flick my wrist and stroke Richard's cock. I change it up, my mouth going to Richard as I tug on Lucien; I lick him up and down and then kiss his tip, scooping up a drop of pre-cum with my tongue, and then slide my lips down the side of his shaft. I go lower, opening my mouth and sucking in one of his balls, lapping my tongue at it and making it roll inside my mouth.
I close my eyes as I do it, so I don't see Lucien reaching for me; I only feel his fingers on my collarbone, hooking themselves on the fabric of my dress. He pulls on it with a furious motion, the sound of ripping fabric clawing at my eardrums. Well, there goes my dress. But I don’t care; I don't stop sucking on Richard as Lucien proceeds to tear my dress apart, pushing it down my body and baring my chest. His fingers slide up my stomach and then over the cup of my bra until they meet my skin. I tremble as I feel the pressure of his fingers going over my right nipple, and I unconsciously move slightly forward, aching to feel him grabbing my tits.
He takes the hint quickly, allowing his fingers to slide under the cup of my bra and pinching my almost painfully hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He applies the right amount of pressure there—not too hard, not too soft—and I can't help but stop sucking on Richard, a moan hiking up my throat.
As Lucien fondles my breasts, Richard takes a supporting positi
on and reaches for me, his arms going around my body as his hands look for the clasp on my bra. Grabbing it, he unhooks it in one single motion, pushing it down my shoulders. I let go of their cocks for one second, just enough time for me to throw my bra to the side; before I can have them back in my hands, though, they're already grabbing at my naked breasts and caressing my nipples.
“Oh, God,” I breathe out, closing my eyes just for a fraction of a second. By the time I open them again, Richard is already down on his knees by my side. One look into his eyes and I quickly realize what’s on his mind. Grinning at him, I just watch as he grabs Lucien’s cock and angles it toward me; I lean in, wrapping my lips around its tip and sucking on it, and that’s without taking my eyes off of Richard.
I slide my hand up Lucien’s legs and grab at the hem of his shirt. I tug violently, forcing him to come down to our level. He kneels in front of us, the muscles in his legs moving like hard pistons as he does it. As if my fingers are claws, I grab Richard's shirt and pull on it with uncontrollable violence, the buttons scattering everywhere.
I do the same with Lucien.
With a growl, I grab their cocks underhandedly, jerking them as hard as I can. I grit my teeth, moving my hands furiously and relishing the fleshy warmness of their cocks against my skin.
Richard's hand darts forward, pushing my thighs apart and lodging itself over my thong. He rubs on it, my wet folds brushing against each other as he does it. Pressing hard, I shiver at the pressure on my clit, flames spreading outward from it and licking my whole body. I bite my lower lip so that I don't moan hard, but I can't help myself as Lucien suddenly pinches my right nipple, his touch almost electric.
"Oh, God," I whisper with a moan, my mind turning into mush as it tries to process both men's touch. Fucking all Seven was amazing...but having these two right now, so close, their cocks crying out for me...Just thinking of this is almost enough to make me come right now.
