by Lana Hartley
“We’ll make him pay, don’t worry about that,” Derek assures me, resting one hand on my shoulder. “Gladrell just topped my blacklist right now.”
“Here,” Lucien says, stopping the van in front of the safehouse we’re currently in. “I’ll circle back to make sure there isn’t anything suspicious around here, but you guys head right up.”
“Got it,” Derek nods, opening the side door of the van and leading me outside. We cross the sidewalk in an hurried step and, after entering the building, we go up the stairs as silently as we can. Malcolm’s already waiting for us at the door, and he nods at us anxiously.
“So? How did it go?” He asks, looking from me to Derek.
“They got Richard,” Derek simply says as we step inside the safehouse, bolting the door behind us.
“Jesus...”
“And Gladrell was the one coordinating the arrest,” Derek continues, taking his gun off and placing it on the table. He sits down on the couch, the palm of his hand on his forehead, and throws his head back. “Fuck,” he sighs heavily, vacantly staring at the ceiling.
“Turn the volume up!” I cry out suddenly, racing toward Derek’s side. My eyes are glued to the TV screen, where a video of Richard being dragged out of the main square is showing.
“Holy shit,” Malcolm whispers, grabbing the remote and turning the volume up.
“...the traitor has been rushed out for judgement, and now we’re awaiting to hear his sentence,” a reporter says, clearly distressed. She’s a young woman, one I used to see presenting the morning news, and she looks like she never expected to be covering a story like this. Right now, she’s standing on the steps of the capital’s courthouse, where a crowd of confused journalists and onlookers has already started to gather. “Queen Moira has signed off on new legislative measures, ones that are intended to speed up justice when it comes to high-treason. This man, of whom we still know almost nothing, has been arrested on charges of treason and conspiring to bring down the government, so we can expect this to be a quick ruling, according to the Queen’s new legislative package.”
“They gotta be kidding...They’ve already hauled him into a court?” Derek says, balling both his hands into fists. He’s burying his fingernails so deep into the palm of his hands that I expect to see blood any second now.
“And there’s someone leaving the courthouse,” the journalist suddenly cries out, and the three of us just sit on the couch, taking in each of her words. In the screen, a balding man in a suit is walking down the stairs, carrying a briefcase under his arm and heading toward the crowding journalists.
“My name is Andrew Laurence, and I’m representing Queen Moira’s government in this trial,” he announces, a smugness to the way he’s looking down at the journalists. One of the Queen’s men, that much is for sure. “The court has ruled that Richard Remington is guilty of espionage and, as such, he has been sentenced to death. He’ll be executed tomorrow morning in the Main Square. That’s all,” he finishes off, walking off as if he had just read the weather forecast for tomorrow.
“This is fucking bullshit!” Malcolm suddenly stands up, gripping the remote so tightly that I hear the plastic snapping under his fingers.
Feeling dazed, I slowly go up to my feet and, without a word to either Derek or Malcolm, I simply amble down to my room. There, I close the door behind me and, with my back against it, I slide down onto the floor.
Richard is going to be executed tomorrow.
I know that what we’re doing is dangerous, but the thought of losing just one of them...No, no. This can’t be happening. “Please, God, no,” I mutter, feeling a sob climb up my throat. Tears stream down from my eyes, and I bury my face into my hands.
This hurts too much. And I have no idea on how to deal with this kind of pain.
I can’t lose one of the men I love. I simply can’t. And that’s right — I love them, I really do. I never knew how to put it into words, but there’s no doubt in mind about what I’m feeling — it’s love.
“Snow?” I hear Malcolm’s voice as he raps his knuckles against my door; taking a deep breath, I rise up from the floor. I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, and then open up the door and let him and Derek in.
“You okay, Snow?” Derek asks me, cupping my face with one hand.
“No, not at all,” I reply, the words stabbing at my lips on the way out.
“That’s okay,” he continues, looking straight into my eyes. “There’s no way in hell we’re going to let that bitch get away with this. We’ve made you a promise — the seven of us will never leave your side...And that’s a promise we intend to keep. No one’s going to lay a finger on Richard.”
Nodding, I purse my lips and try to hold back the tears. Derek’s right — this isn’t the time for tears.
“Then we need a plan.”
Snow
“We’ll make a plan, baby, right now, I think you need to get your mind off of all of this and let us calm you down," Derek purrs at me and then shares a glance with Malcolm.
Whatever these two have in store for me, I’m excited.
In fact, I have a few things in mind for them, too.
Closing my eyes for just a second, I take a deep breath and allow all the anxiety from before to simply wash away. Derek’s right, you know? Sometimes, you need to relax before you can tackle the big issues.
Now let’s show them what I’m capable of.
I step back to stand in front of them, and I start to strip. They deserve a little show. I move and sway my hips, smiling all the while, not caring that I don't have any actual music to accompany me because lust has its own rhythm. I've taken pole-dancing classes before, so I know what I'm doing, even if the only poles here are theirs that they are going pump into me. With that though, I take my shirt off and swing it around. I throw it at Derek's face. They seem extremely happy about my performance so far. As I'm dancing, I unbutton my pants and coolly take them off and step out of them.
Then I dance for awhile, building up anticipation before I unhook my bra and kiss them both before taking it off, and I see their satisfied expressions before I throw my bra at Malcolm. Now I'm half naked, and I bend and sway to the 'music' that’s really only playing in my head, but I don’t think my men are about to complain.
Grabbing Malcolm by the hand, I lead them toward the bed and then, with a push, I force him to sit down. Then, I climb upon his lap and grind on him. I can feel his cock getting so hard, and it makes me get even wetter. He takes my nipple in his fingers and pulls and twists and stretches it out so it's sitting at his full attention. I kiss Malcolm intensely, only coming up for air and then looking to Derek, planning to do the same with him.
He's coming over to us and takes my hand and pulls me off of Malcolm. He brings me to my little performance area and starts to dance with me, tearing off his clothes and rubbing our bodies together until I’m panting. I look to Malcolm, and I see he’s tearing off his clothes, too.
My mouth is like actually watering right now, and pretty much any stress I might have had is totally evaporated, because now I’m sopping with lust. I do mean sopping — my thighs are actually sticky from how much I want Malcolm and Derek.
Derek bends to his knees, and he slides off my panties with his teeth. His lips are grazing my legs, and I get goosebumps. My panties are off, and I'm fully naked, my toned and curvaceous body on display, and I feel like a goddess of fucking, ready for the sacrifice of two incredible men ready to wrack my body with pleasure until I’m totally spent. At least, those are the promises their incredible erections are making.
Derek sits down again and he says, "dance." His words are laced with so much lust that I feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Obeying him fast, I do as he says. I can see they both want me like this, parading my body around as they take in my moving figure.
I'm their own personal stripper and it gets me hot to think of them objectifying me in this way, even if I am a badass princess, it is sorta freeing
to go from alpha female to fuck toy...because I can always go back and all that really matters is I am completely getting what I want. So I dance and give them my best moves, and the fire in their eyes is happening and they keep commanding me, building up my lust so that I want to give them more and more.
"Turn around honey, so I can see your sweet little ass," Malcolm says, looking at me with a glint in his eyes.
I do so and his erection starts getting harder.
“Come here,”Derek says, looking into my eyes and spreading his legs. Obeying him, I go over to him and sit on his lap, my hair cascading everywhere. I'm grinding on him, and we're kissing, and it's so fucking hot.
"Now me," Malcolm says.
I kiss Derek and I go to Malcolm and do the same thing, sitting on his cock and pressing my ass hard against his pulsing length. Groaning, he slides one hand around my waist andt his fingers start to graze my pussy.
"No, no, no," I say. "No touching. Touching costs extra."
I'm playing now, pretending I'm a real stripper and this gets Malcolm all kinds of crazy. He gets up and swings me into his arms so that I'm not touching the floor.
"I'm in charge, not you," Malcolm says. With that, he lifts me and throws me roughly down on the bed.
"Hey Derek, are you coming?" I ask him, looking at him with a lewd smile. I would never forget him.
He's there in an instant and both of them are almost growling at me.
I love what we have going here. I feel profoundly attracted to them both, and I let myself go into the experience of being taken by two of the most incredible men that I've ever encountered.
I lie down on the bed and stretch out, and I prepare myself for what's to come.
Malcolm starts planting kisses on my thighs as his hand slides up to hover over my pussy lips and my clit starts to flutter as he keeps the tips of his fingers pressing into my folds. Moving them in a circular motion rubbing my lips into my clit. My toes start to curl as I arch my back, his mouth is so soft as he parts his lips on me. Malcolm runs his tongue across it as he sucks on the inside of my thigh.
His fingers slide down in between my lips. The touch from his fingers on my stiff, aching clit makes a shiver run through my entire body. My pussy is so wet as he uses the tips of his fingers to fondle the inside of my lips his fingers get slick the more he caresses me. I can’t help it; the feeling of his fingers teasing me is almost too much to handle. I thrust my hips forward into him, just as Derek moves the head of his massive cock up to my ass. He pushes right up against it putting pressure on it I can feel my ass starting to open up to let him in. I take hold of Malcolm’s shoulders digging my nails into them as Derek thrust the full length of his shaft deep into my ass.
He moves slowly teasing me with every steady even stroke. Derek puts his hands on my hips guiding me back into his crotch, closing the gap between our two bodies. The heat that radiates between the two of us is so intense. My legs start to shake as I feel Malcolm's fingers sliding deeper inside my pussy. With every swirl of his fingers, I can feel his lust driven passion
making him plunge them deeper. Derek keeps his pace even, and steady the sounds of his groans vibrate against my neck as he buries his face into the curve of my neck. Pulling my skin into his mouth, he starts to suck — and, oh God, the feeling of his tongue on my skin as his cock keeps ravaging my ass is enough to push me closer to the edge of that erotic cliff.
I can’t help get lost in this intense, passionate, lust driven sexual frenzy. The way they both take their positions, taking special care of that part of my body each and every time, it’s maddening. It feels like they are totally in sync with my body. The way they move and use their fingers and tongues to tease and caress me, leaving no spot on or in me untouched by them. The feel of Malcolm’s mouth is coming up to cover my pussy the heat of his mouth jerks me back to the present. My clit starts to flutter as his tongue flicks across it, while he purses his lips and pulls it in between his teeth sucking on it. Getting himself all worked up his head twists and turns as he keeps darting his tongue back and forth in and out of my pussy. With every flick of his tongue, I get slicker, wetter, covered in arousal.
The wave that starts to roll through my body as Derek lets his animalistic passion take over is crashing inside me, and I'm trying to hold it back to no avail the way Derek speeds up his balls crashing into me. Then there is Malcolm and his wonder tongue sliding and sucking making my pussy shiver with lust. I can’t take it anymore I have to let it go, my hands move from Malcolm’s shoulders to his head as I lean back into Derek I run my hands across the top of Malcolm’s head, taking his earlobes in between my fingers and stroking them in a frenzy. My hands don’t know what to do with themselves as that wave keeps building rolling faster now, ready to escape and flow freely.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream out on a ragged breath as I let it go, my body shakes and shivers so hard I grip a fistful of Malcolm’s hair and begin to tug on it. This only excites Malcolm more his tongue gets whipped into a frenzy his mouth tightens around my clit as he keeps sucking on pulling my juices free from my body. He comes up for air, moving his mouth up and down my body, marking my stomach with my cum that’s just painted all over his face. The touch of his mouth on my slick skin as he makes his way up the full length of my body is heaven to me. As his body moves across mine, I take my hands and start to caress his chiseled rock hard pecs. My finger tips start to tremble as I pull them into my fingers and roll them back and forth making them hard.
Finally, Malcolm makes his way to my mouth, and with his, he covers mine, the feeling of his soft lips on top of mine makes me part them letting my tongues glide across them tasting my cum in and on his mouth. Using my tongue, I lick every drop of us together inside his warm, soft mouth. He presses his chest hard into mine it feels like we are melting together. My hands find their way down to his perfect ass I take it in my hands and get a nice tight grip on it pulling it pushing him even deeper into me.
Moving my legs apart, Derek takes my ass and lifts me up, lining my pussy up with Malcolm's shaft I thrust my hips my clit aching to touch the head of his massive cock. It strokes against my fingers find that throbbing rock hard shaft and guide it into my slick, wet pussy. The moan that Malcolm tries to let go of gets trapped in our tongue’s lustful tango. It bounces off of the roofs of our mouths back and forth the inside of our mouths, absorbing it until there is nothing left. Malcolm moves his hips with mine teasing me just using the head to caress the inside of my pussy.
Derek goes wild, pushing hard into my ass, speeding up and taking a fistful of my hair into his grip, pulling it as he plunges his cock deeper and starts wiggling his hips into me. Malcolm makes sure to hold on tight keeping his speed even and his strokes steady. I can feel my legs getting wobbly again, what is a girl to do stuck in between two perfect guys, locked in an intense erotic tango? All they want to do is please me; that feeling is incredible.
Derek plunges deeper as I feel his cock roar to life with his coming orgasm. The force of his orgasm makes me arch my back hard. His hands on my shoulders his fingers tremble on my skin.
Malcolm speeds up that huge head of his cock, practically crashing into the walls of my pussy. A throbbing pleasure vibrating deep through my pussy causes my legs to get weak. Derek keeps his shaft in place as he presses me into Malcolm moving my hips for me grinding them into him pushing him over the edge of his orgasmic cliff.
Malcolm takes my legs and wraps them around his waist. It feels like I am floating as we all spin as one, Malcolm’s back against the marble of the island Derek pulls his shaft from the tight grip of my ass.
The feeling of it being exposed to the chill of the air sends a shiver through my body. My eyes flutter as I feel that free falling feeling take over my body. My head is still spinning when I feel Malcolm pull my legs from around his waist lifting them to place them on his shoulders. When I open my eyes, Derek's glistening chest is hovering over my face. I bite down hard on my lip as my hands work their way up to
his still loaded balls. I have to touch them, caress them, stroke them with the tips of my fingers. Sliding up the full length of his cock, taking it in my hands just staring at its glorious shape makes my mouth water. Moving my lips apart, I lower the tip of his cock to my mouth. My tongue slowly emerges, the tip of it centers itself and starts to wiggle right on that perfect cock. I can feel the shiver that courses through Derek’s shaft my hands play with his balls as I pull the head of his manhood into my mouth swirling my tongue around it.
Caressing it hard and long letting the feeling of his head touching the inside of my cheeks, making them tingle as I tighten them around his shaft. I keep my pace even and steady as I can as Malcolm keeps attacking my pussy; it feels glorious the way he strokes my thighs as he keeps his cock on its mission.
Derek can’t help himself; he starts to plunge his shaft deeper down my throat, the way he moves makes me want to take it even deeper. My mouth waters to take him and I actually use to my hands to act out my lust, pushing that enormous cock further into my mouth and deeper still. I wrap my mouth around it hiding it away like it is the only secret that I need to keep. His hips try to match the rhythm of my mouth using my tongue I start to trace the veins on his shaft as they begin to pop up on the sides.
I can feel the release of Malcolm’s cock deep inside my pussy the force of his orgasmic shower vibrates into my stomach. The feeling of it running out of my pussy past his cock, my body shivers as it streams down my ass. My toes are curled tight, pressing into the base of his back. I arch my back hard; Derek’s cock is slick, deep in my throat, coating me with his pre-cum. The sweet, salty taste tumbles down the back of my throat it feels so good on the way down it makes my body quiver. I want it his massive load; I can tell from the groans that escape his body that he wants to give it to me.
I speed up as I feel Malcolm’s shaft being jerked out of my pussy. He rubs his cock all over my stomach, maybe me sticky with all this cum.
