Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

  My lower lip is trembling, and I start begging. “Please, please fuck me.”

  Derek’s fingers wrap around my throat, holding only tight enough to make the pleasure so good it is dizzying. His hips thrust up harder and faster, ramming his cock in my ass so good that my pussy is soaking wet, weeping with lust. I start biting my lip, gasping as the sensations overtaking my body make my eyes flutter shut.

  As soon as my eyes close, I feel Tyler’s cock head entering my pussy. I writhe, wiggling my hips, desperate for him to take me more.

  I open my eyes just as Derek release my neck to hold my arms and lowers me to down so that I’m on top of Tyler.

  Lucien turns my head to the side and puts his cock on my lips. I lick him, then suck him up like he’s water and I’ve been lost in the desert all day. I slurp him into my mouth, needing to have all three of my husband’s cocks in me at once.

  Derek is holding my arms for leverage and slamming deep into my ass.

  Tyler’s rolling his hips to hit every perfect spot in my pussy. I am sucking Derek’s cock so tight I think I feel him shake for a moment.

  We have what I now affectionately call the perfect storm when we all come together. Every single one of us fires off it into orbit at once, a chorus of orgasms are cried out through the air. We are shuddering, shaking mess of people that are just a blur of lust, passion, and cum.

  I don’t know how long this last when it happens, I only know that three of my men all pull out of me and we lay, panting on the bed. When I finally catch my breath, I start to get contemplative with my brains like back in my head or something.

  I don’t prefer any of my Freedom Fighters more than the other. I truly crave them all equally. I have never felt so satisfied in my life, with seven perfect men ready to please and protect me.

  “Please,” I ask. “Let’s take a bath.” I want to relax and enjoy the bliss of today’s events and warm all my muscles up in the water.

  They all open their mouths to say they’ll do it, and I start to laugh.

  “Hey, the most equitable option is me doing it. It isn’t like you can all fit your fingers on the knob,” I say with a wink.

  “Fingering you together was so fucking hot, babe,” Derek purrs.

  “Yeah, that was goddamn incredible. To think some people think of fingering as the boring part of foreplay. A girlfriend at yoga told me that once. How crazy is that?”

  I head towards the bathroom, and they follow, but let me turn the knobs. Tyler and Lucien are already grabbing loofahs and the essential oil bubble bath I love.

  Well, they at least tried to let me take care of them for five seconds. It really is the thought that counts.

  When the bath is full, we climb in and I lay down in the water with my body touching all of them. I lay my head on Tyler’s chest, turned slightly to the side. Derek’s massaging my ass on one side and Lucien is working his fingers over my thighs with the other.

  Tyler kisses the top of my head and brings his hands down to my breasts.

  I close my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the sensation of the warm water and hot men around me.

  With my eyes closed, I don’t know whose hands are on me, I just feel them all over me. There’s nothing more decadent than six hands gliding all over your wet body, touching, teasing, pleasing every inch of you.

  “Mmmm,” I moan.

  Tyler rolls my nipples with his fingertips and the sensation sends sparks coursing down to my pussy. The tub is making wet and primed for another round of cock sucking, cock popping ecstasy. I savor the feeling of Tyler taunting my breasts until I feel him clamp down on my nipples with his teeth. I cry out in a pain and pleasure way because what he’s doing is tortuously good. I start to gyrate because his act is causing me to want a deep cock inside of me somewhere. Luckily right at that moment Lucien who’s been massaging my thighs takes the lead by plunging a couple fingers into my sweet spot. He hits it just right and I’m moaning in happiness. This is every girl’s fantasy right? A tub full of men and they are all focusing on me. I have it all ladies and don’t think I’m not ready to enjoy it.

  I don’t expect what’s coming next though and that is what feels like two of Derek’s large fingers entering my asshole. He surprises me and I yelp. To appease the sensation he puts his head under the water and starts licking my private hole in a very sweet and yet a very hungry way. It feels so good and makes this bath even warmer than it already is. I’m starting to feel downright hot. He tongues my asshole for as long as he can hold his breath and I savor every second of it.

  “Mmmm, God Derek, that was great.”

  “Anything for my princess,” and he means it. But it’s not like the action has stopped with Tyler still squeezing the life out of my hard, erect nipples. He’s making them sore and I ache for a cock to stop the teasing. Lucien’s going to town on my perfect little pussy, spreading the lips and flicking my clit.

  “Oh Lucien, please give me your cock.” He ignores my request and just keeps working me over with his fingers. I am lost in a tidal wave of passion and pleasure. My body’s finally recovering from the last round of climaxes. How many times can a girl cum in one day? With these gorgeous men at my disposal it feels like a thousand. I’m bursting at the seams with pain and pleasure. They’re all teasing me now with their fingers in every hold that’s open.

  Derek gently holds my ass cheeks in his large hands and then he circles the hole once again with his finger and I know just what’s about to come. He pushes those extra long fingers back in and arch my back for want of more passion.

  “Please enter me somebody. I need to feel a cock inside to help to release all of this beautiful torment.”

  My begging works and soon Tyler is straddling my chest. He pushes his hard manhood deep down my throat and I can feel it all happening. Fingers are good, but a cock is better. He’s pumping his hips in and out I’m trying to take in the length of his rock hard shaft but it’ll never happen. You try getting 12 inches down your throat in one smooth move. It’s damn near impossible. He fucks my mouth and it feels so good. I know this is bringing me to new heights of passion.

  Thank God at this moment Lucien circles my G-spot with is largest digit and it feels so good. My head is racing towards the stars with the thought of what’s happening. My mouth being fucked by one massive cock and the others are getting ready to join I can tell.

  I wish I could beg Lucien and Derek to enter me now but there’s no way I’m getting any words out of my mouth at this moment. Not with Tyler’s massive cock shoving down my throat. I can barely get a gasp in. It feels so good. I love giving into my every instinct with men that I know adore me.

  I gasp and try to breathe out of the sides of my mouth. Tyler is having his way with me. Soon my dreams come true because Derek gets beneath me.

  “Are you ready Snow, to have my giant inside of you?”

  Tyler allows his cock to pop out on my mouth long enough for me to scream, “Yes! God, please!”

  Tyler lets me breathe for long enough that Derek can get under me and he pulls my hips down and spreads my ass cheeks so his cock can slowly enter me from behind. It feels so perfect and I’m starting to moan and whimper. But fuck, now I need something big in my pussy to help fill the space.

  “Lucien please fuck me. No more fingers. Please. I need your cock.”

  He smiles and has a knowing look on his face. He gets on top of me so that he and Tyler are parallel. Derek’s entering my ass slowly and it makes me crave also having my pussy filled up. Luckily Lucien comes to my rescue and he circles my clit while simultaneously sliding his big, throbbing cock right into wet spot. I could almost come from the enormity of what’s happening to me, pleasure taking me over and every sensation so heightened.

  I open wide to take Tyler’s cock in my mouth. The tip of it hits that back of my throat. I’m trying to open all my holes wider but reality is starting to fade as the climax builds. They fuck me in unison with a nice rhythm going and there’s no w
ay to stop it now. The stars are blinding that I see as my heads explodes from the sparks being sent through every vein and part of my body.

  I cry out around Tyler’s cock and he’s the only one that gets to see my eyes roll back in my head. More, please, I am internally begging for more. I need more cock, and I need to come again. It all feels too intense and glorious. It’s as if all three of my sense what I need and they keep fucking me with fierce passion. The ecstasy immediately starts climbing again. Lucien’s hitting my pussy just right as Derek pulls my ass deeper around his cock. They’re grunting and moaning and I can tell their cocks are ready to blow.

  Not yet, I think, not quite yet. I need to come just once more time. My wish is granted as the pressure mounts. Derek’s fucks my ass so hard it damn near feels inhuman. I feel full and satisfied with Lucien’s cock filling my pussy. I let it go and as I do my throat swallows up even more of Tyler.

  My head is so dizzy and light feeling. I’m floating now out of my body, and they get it and they go harder and faster. The thought of being had like this all at once from my three handsome men turns me on so much and body is on fire.

  Derek goes first because the life is being squeezed out of his cock and he probably can’t take it anymore. He fires his cum into me and it drips down into my pussy to accumulate and mix with Lucien’s juices. Oh fuck, that turns me on. The sight is just too erotic and makes me whimper. Derek relaxes and pulls out of me, giving Lucien ample space to mark his territory. He hammers into my pussy as fast as he can with Tyler riding me up top.

  “Oh fuck Snow, you are incredible.”

  I clamp down around his cock as he comes deep inside of me. It’s enough to bring me down from the clouds and to make me cum again. The idea of Lucien’s cum commingling with Derek’s cum that’s dripping out of my ass just gets me going wild. It’s a good thing I have one man left. Tyler has been consistently fucking my mouth and it’s oh so good. Right now there’s nothing I want more in the world than to suck Tyler’s cock while Lucien and Derek mark me with their cum. I swallow him up and I can feel his cock twitch, so I get ready to take his cum down my throat. I feel the hot jets of cum shoot down my throat and I swallow what I can and let everything else drip down my chin. He pulls out and I scoop up some of the cum on my chin, tasting him, and scooping up more cum to taste them all together.

  “Mmmm, damn that was good,” I moan.

  Derek’s moved up to my side and he got the tap going so more warm water can heat up the tub. We got a little distracted and we can always do with more heat.

  Tyler climbs in the tub behind me, his hands at my back, as if there’s any tension in me to work out. Derek and Lucien’s hands are on my body, too, and I let myself drift off between them in total post-orgasmic bliss.

  Richard

  “A kiss for good luck?” I ask Snow, and she reaches for me and places her hand on top of mine.

  “Please, be careful,” she tells me, her voice cracking.

  “As careful as I can,” I promise her, even though I know this might be it for me. What I’m about to do might mean this is the last time I’m looking at Snow. And the last time I’ll taste her lips.

  Leaning in, I close my eyes and crush my mouth against hers. By the time we break apart, there’s a sad smile on her face.

  “Good luck,” she whispers, her eyes brimming with tears. God, I gotta get out of the car right now or I’ll be the one crying soon enough. Gritting my teeth, I look around the back of the van and give Derek and Lucien a nod as they hand me my backpack. They open the back doors for me and, placing a black handkerchief over my mouth and tying it behind my head, I step into the street.

  The moment I’m out of the van, the first thing I notice is the scent of smoke in the air. And, even though it’s already past midnight, the streets are alive with raised voices. Fastening my jacket, I head down the alley where we parked the van, making my way toward the Main Square in the centre of the city.

  Thousands of people have gathered there, protesting against Moira’s rule, and now it’s time to turn their anger into something more tangible. Right now they’re just an angry mob, despite the efforts of some well-intentioned rebels.

  Apparently, Moira has ordered all power to be shut down in the Main Square; still, despite the absence of electricity, the glow of lit torches paints the ample square with a warm red. Chants of Mad Moira!, and Out with the Usurper!, echo in the air, and the atmosphere is so intense that I can almost reach out and touch it.

  Most of the protesters are wearing masks, and I thank God for that. There’s no doubt in my mind that Moira is doing her best to identify everyone involved in these riots. And once she has their identities...Well, let’s just say Moira really enjoys the old times. There was always a rumor around the palace that she wanted to bring back public executions, but no one really took it seriously — I guess we were all fools back then.

  Pushing my way through the protesters, I finally manage to emerge at the center, right at the foot at the statue of King Alphonse, St. Carlta’s founder. Towering over the mass of protesters surrounding them, he seems to be looking straight at the palace with a determined expression, the raised sword in his hand an omen of what’s to come.

  “Alright, let’s get it done,” I mutter, rubbing my hands together. Placing the palm of my hands over the stone, I start climbing up King Alphonse’s statue, only stopping when I’m standing atop the massive stone block where he sits.

  A few of the protesters surrounding the statue start clapping as they finally realize there’s someone atop the statue, and that’s when I take one hand behind my head and undo the knot on the handkerchief. Allowing it to fall at my feet, I then look down at the protesters. I know that some between them are Moira’s agents, relaying all kinds of information to her, and so I’ve just became an enemy of the state.

  And I haven’t said a word yet.

  Reaching for the backpack I brought, I take a megaphone from the inside and turn it on with a flick from my thumb.

  “EVERYONE!” I start, and my voice echoes through the whole square. It takes a few seconds, but eventually all the chatter dies down, and I feel thousands of eyeballs on me. I’ve never been the kind of guy that enjoyed the spotlight, but this has to be done.

  “I know you’re tired, I know you’re hungry,” I start, taking a deep breath to try and muster some confidence. Easier said than done. “And I also know you’re afraid. We all are. But we’re also angry.”

  “Fucking right we are!” Someone in the middle of the crowd shouts, and dozens of people start shouting their agreement.

  “Together we’ll put an end to this,” I continue. “Moira’s days as Queen will be over soon. The people have spoken, and she now has one of two choices to make — either she resigns, or the people will topple her!”

  I don’t know if it’s my delivery or my words, but everyone’s losing it. People are shouting, whistling, and clapping their hands. The atmosphere has become ecstatic, and I can almost feel the electricity crackling in the air around me.

  “TO THE PALACE! TO THE PALACE!” Some of them start chanting, but that’s when three armored vehicles stop close to edge of the square. They’re black and nondescript, and it’s pretty obvious they’re packed with the Queen’s men.

  Around fifteen men climb out of the SUVs, wearing automatic rifles and tactical uniforms, and they’re looking straight at me. Some of the supporters start banging their fists against the SUVs, but they take a step back the moment some of these men brandish their rifles at them.

  Pushing into the crowd, they manage to make their way toward the base of the statue. I remain there, ready to be sacrificed to the cause — I wasn’t sure if it’d come to this, but the people of St. Carlta need to see a public arrest like this. They need to understand we’re no longer living in a democracy.

  That’s when I see him.

  Flanked by the riflemen, there’s Prince Gladrell. Wearing one of these fancy tailored suits he always had a penchant for, he�
��s looking at me in such a way that I can tell he’s imagining my head on a spike. Fuck, I knew he was sleazy...But I never actually expected him to do the Queen’s dirty work like this.

  “This is the end of the road for you,” he tells me with a grin, and I simply stare at him while his cronies push me down from the statue. Even when they handcuff me, I keep on looking straight at Gladrell.

  “No, you’re the one running out of road, Prince,” I tell them as his henchmen drag me toward their SUVs, and I smile as I notice the terror in his eyes.

  Yes, be afraid, Prince. Be very afraid.

  We’re coming for the Queen.

  Snow

  “NO!” I shout as I watch Gladrell walk through the crowd, trailing after the men that slapped handcuffs on Richard.

  “Snow!” Lucien cries out, grabbing me by the hand before I dash into the crowd. Swear to God, if he hadn’t stopped me right now, I’d chase after Gladrell and give him the beating of a lifetime. Forget about all his henchmen — I’d rip them all apart just to get to Richard.

  “We have to do something!” I plead, looking from Lucien to Derek. They just stare at me in completely silence, their lips a straight line. They’re pale, their eyes downcast, and I know there’s nothing we can do right now. “We have to do something...” I repeat, weakly this time, but I’ve already resigned to the fact that our hands are tied behind our backs. If we try to help Richard now, we’ll just end up arrested as well.

  “Fuck,” Lucien mutters, running one hand through his hair. “Fuck, fuck!”

  “We gotta get out there,” Derek tells him, throwing the van’s keys toward Lucien. Grabbing them mid-air, he then starts heading toward the van and we trail after him, the angry chorus of the mob behind us slowly fading away into a distant whisper.

  “I can’t believe Gladrell did this...” I hiss as Lucien revs up the engine. He drives us through secondary roads, always circling back to make sure we’re not being followed.

  “That motherfucker will pay,” Lucien tells me, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles have turned white.