by Lana Hartley
“You can lay back and enjoy your bliss once we’ve thoroughly soaked you in cum.”
His fingers move rhythmically inside of me, reigniting the fiery need in my body. The wet, sloppy sound of his fingering turns me on even more, and it doesn’t take long before I’m squirming under his touch. As my hips lift off the bed to meet his hand, he smiles at me.
“Good girl.”
Lucien’s words make my pussy throb. I get a little thrill every time I hear them. He finger fucks me even faster, curling his fingertips against my walls and grinding his palm against my clit. My fingers squeeze his forearm as the pleasure builds up. Another sensation is building as well, a deep pressure that increases every time his fingers tap against the walls of my pussy. He watches my face as I gasp. My pussy clenches around his fingers and sends shockwaves throughout me, he kisses my lips softly and flicks his tongue over them.
“Yes, Snow, cum for me,” Lucien says, his voice intensifying the pleasure that rolls through me. As I reach the peak and I feel like I’m going to combust if I feel anything more, I feel an incredible release of pressure. My eyes roll back as I come, back arching. The clear fluid splashes over Lucien’s hand and runs down his fingers. It covers my thighs and puddles on the blanket, soaking into the fabric and leaving a dark stain.
As I come down from the high, I reach up and pull him down towards my again, bringing his lips into a hard kiss. His fingers stay buried inside me, warm and still, as he returns my kiss. My own hands wander over his body. I explore the ridges of lean muscle in his torso, eventually bringing my hands down to his cock, which jumps eagerly as I wrap my fingers around it. His tongue dips in and out of my mouth, stroking my lips. As he pulls his face away to breathe I push him down onto the bed and move onto my knees to kneel over him. Raking my teeth and tongue over his skin gently, I move down his body. My hand still wrapped around his cock, I brush his tip against my nipples, smearing a drop of pre-cum on them. Feeling his head on my nipples, rubbing over the now-slick points makes them harden and ache. I finally sink low enough to run my tongue up the side of his shaft, loving the taste of his skin mixed with the salty pre-cum.
I swirl my tongue in a circle around his head, looking up at his face as he watches me. I run my lips down the underside of his cock until they meet his balls. My lips part to take one of them in my mouth, sucking gently and drawing circles on the velvet skin with my tongue. I repeat the process with the other one, taking my time to stroke and tease until he moans. As I hear the delicious sound leave his lips, I lift my head and bring it down over his cock, wrapping my lips around it tightly. His muscles flex as his hips rise up to meet me, bumping his head against the back of my throat. Turning my head from side to side as I move up and down, I take more in each time until my lips rubs the skin around this base with every downward stroke.
I take my time with him, holding his hips to steady myself over his body so I can slowly work my way up and down his cock. Each time his cock starts to throb I hold still, delaying the end for as long as I can. When he can take no more, he grabs my hair and uses it to move my head, stroking my throat with his cock hard several times. Twitching in my mouth, he unloads cum into my throat until it overflows and drips down his shaft. I bob my head up and down, swallowing and slurping rivers of cum off of him. Once I’ve licked him clean, he releases my hair and I sit up, licking the remnants from my lips.
“Stay right there,” I hear Richard say from behind me. His hand closes around he back of my neck and he forces be back down until my cheek presses against Lucien’s abdomen. His fingers slide up my thighs and brush over my pussy and asshole quickly. Without warning, he brings his hand down on my ass with a loud slap. I yelp softly in surprise. Lucien’s fingers stroke my hair slowly, and the feeling distracts me enough that the next time Richard’s hand comes down on my ass, I jump a little, arching my back. The hand on the back of my neck tightens, and then Richard’s hand comes down twice in quick succession. The throb of my welted skin makes my pussy swell. I resist the urge to touch myself, instead spreading my knees further apart to entice Richard into fucking me. I hear him moan as a finger traces the swollen handprints on my ass.
“Are you getting that turned on from having your ass spanked?”
I nod my head against Lucien’s body.
“Yes, Richard, please- FUCK,” he interrupts my pleas with another slap, laughing softly as I struggle to get the words out.
“Fuck what, Snow?”
“Please fuck me!!!” I say hurriedly, before the next slap comes down. My skin is hot and tingling now, my toes curled from the combination of pain and desire.
“Anywhere?”
“Yes,” I whimper, “Anywhere!”
As soon as the words leave my lips, Richard’s cock impales my ass, his body crashing against the raw skin of my ass cheek. A long, desperate moan leaves my lips.
“Thank you!!!” I say, almost sobbing. I repeat myself with each thrust until the words dissolve into moans. Every nerve in my body is pinging, I feel like he’s fucking every inch of me. Lucien continues to stroke my hair and runs his fingers soothingly up and down my spine, the touch so gentle in comparison to Richard’s brutal fucking that it is almost just as torturous. Still pinned helplessly by the hand on the back of my neck, I can only hold on tight to Lucien while Richard uses my body. When he leans forward and uses his other hand to lightly tap my clit in time with his thrusts, my fingernails rake Lucien’s skin, leaving long, red trails.
“Cum, Snow!” Richard growls as his cock swells inside of me. An uncontrollable shout tears past my lips as my body responds to his command. I cum so hard that my vision darkens and for a second I almost lose consciousness.
“Fuck, yes! Good girl!” Richard roars with his final thrust, releasing a flood of cum inside my ass. As he pulls his cock out of me, releasing a river of cum down each of my legs, I roll to the side, collapsing on the bed once more. This time I am panting and aching. I wonder if perhaps I’m going to eat my cocky words after all. Gentle hands roll me onto my side and I feel Malcolm move behind me, curling up against my back. Tyler lays down on his side against my front, trapping me between the two of them.
His fingers trace the curve of my jaw and his thumb strokes my bottom lip. Malcom presses slow, gently kisses up my shoulder and neck. Tyler tilts my head up towards the head of the bed.
“Look...” he says softly, nodding over his shoulder towards the five men, reclined against the headboard, watching me, “We love you so fucking much.”
I realize as I watch them watching me that it isn’t just a show. This is a ceremony, a symphony, a masterpiece.
“I love you too!” I exclaim, and lean forward, kissing him with renewed passion. Every time I think I’m at my limit, they know just how to stoke the fire in me again, tapping into a well of need, the depths of which I can’t possibly imagine. My hips sway gently, rubbing against Malcolm and Tyler at the same time. They take turns stroking my side and squeezing my ass. As Tyler breaks away from the kiss, Malcolm turns my head to the side slightly and leans around, kissing me hard. His cock slides between my ass cheeks and he moans as he rubs against me. Tyler’s fingers slide between my thighs, slowly probing between my pussy lips to rub against my clit. Malcolm lifts my leg up and lays it over Tyler’s hip, opening me up to them.
“I’m ready! I want you inside of me. I need both of you inside of me right now!”
Malcolm grips my ass in one hand and presses the head of his cock against my asshole. I start to push back against him just as Tyler teases his cock against the entrance to my pussy. I move back and forth between them for a moment, little pleas escaping my lips. All at once, the both fill me with cock. Malcolm pushes down on my hip, holding me in place while we feel the immense pleasure of being completely connected. Slowly, the two being to move in and out of me as one, sheathing their cocks into me at the same moment again and again. They stretch me to my limit in perfect sync. The closeness of our bodies heightens every sensation. My n
ipples rub against Tyler’s chest, my clit against his pelvis. Malcom’s body rubs against the sensitive red prints on my ass. They take turns kissing me as we slowly fuck, leaving my breathless between each of them.
A glance over Tyler’s shoulder makes my pussy quiver. Each of those men, previously spent, are watching, enraptured. Their cocks are stiff and throbbing as they watch us without a word. I give them a smile and bite my lip just before Malcolm brings my full attention back to the two of them. He kisses my shoulder and gives it a gentle bite.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
For some reason, the statement makes me tingle and blush all at the same time. I reach behind me to grab his hip.
“Fuck me harder!”
Still holding me in place, Malcolm obliges me, and Tyler follows soon after. I moan with each thrust, the sensation of being filled magnified by the increasing roughness. I can tell that the mounting pleasure in my body is going to take up the last of my strength. I press my head against Tyler’s chest and he puts his hand against the back of my head, holding me close as I tremble.
“Are you ready, Snow?” I hear Malcolm say from behind me.
“Yes! I’m going to cum. Please fill me up!” I say nodding my head against Tyler’s body.
They both fuck me even harder than before. Malcolm is the first to cum. I can feel his cock throbbing and the heat of his cum inside my ass. A few thrusts later, Tyler comes inside my pussy, his hand gripping my hair and holding me tight as he growls. The rough thrusts that finish Tyler also send me over the edge, my whole body lighting up. My body tenses between them as I cum one last time, my fingers raking Tyler’s back.
As all three of us begin to relax against the bed, sighing and catching out breath, I hear a tearing of fabric. My head lifts quickly as I try to locate the source of the sound. Lucien as torn down one of the sheer curtains from the bed frame and is tearing it into thin strips. Tyler and Malcolm sit up as well. When they see what Lucien as done, they look at each other and smile. Tyler moves off of the bed to take one of the strips that Lucien is distributing. I don’t particularly mind the destruction, I had no love for the woman or her gaudy taste. I just stare at him for a minute, trying to figure out exactly what they’re trying to do. Malcolm lifts me up and moves me, sitting me down in the center of the bed. When Tyler winds the strip of fabric around my wrists, tying my hands with palms together, I realize exactly what they’re doing. Next, Richard brings another strip to me.
“Open your mouth.”
I part my lips for him, looking up at his face as he ties a knot in the fabric and gags me with it. Nicholas comes right after him, tying another piece over my eyes. My heartbeat quickens as my sight is cut off. I listen closely. I hear the soft creak of the bed and whispers of fabric. A pair of hands lifts me up by the hips until I am on my knees, and then deft hands wind a twisted rope of fabric over my hips and between my legs, a large knot pressing against my clit.
One more set of hands wraps around me, winding fabric around my thighs and tying them together tightly, holding me still and helpless in the center of the bed. The helpless feeling triggers a vivid memory of the seven of them circled around me, our first time together. Now we repeat the ritual, but instead of claiming each other, we’re claiming this bed, this palace, and this kingdom. I smile against the gag as a thrill runs through my body. I feel the bed shift under me as someone stands in front of me. I feel a cock bump against my cheek.
“Alright, beautiful,” I hear Derek’s voice say in my ear from behind, “You know exactly what to do.”
My hands wrap around the cock, stroking it slowly as I moan through the gag. I don’t have to see them this time to know who I am touching. I’ve learned their bodies, their scents, and their cocks as intimately as I know myself. The first is Lucien, his scent filling my nose. He plays with my hair lovingly as I stroke him. As he gets close, he holds my face in place, soaking the gag with his cum. As it fills my mouth, far more of it escapes this time as I have to drink it around the gag, running down the front of my body and my thighs. He drops to his knees and licks the cum from my lips before planting a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
Lucien moves away and another body presents itself to me. They move around me like clockwork as they take turns saturating me in cum, and I explore each of them with my senses. I feel Richard’s rough hands on my face. Tyler’s laugh fills my ears as he teases me with his unseen cock, making my pussy ache against the cruel knot between my legs. Derek rubs his always eager cock against my lips as I stroke him, almost drowning me as his cum soaks through the gag. Nicholas holds my hands in his own as he thrusts his cock against my palms, and unexpectedly intimate moment that makes me blush. Malcolm tugs the gag away from my lips just enough so that he can hear me moan. Finally, my arms aching and my pussy soaking all the way through the strip of fabric, William pushes me onto my back, straddling my body and splashing his cum directly onto my tits.
As William gets up and moves away, I wait for someone to begin untying me. When no one moves, I lift my wrists into the air, a clear sign that I am waiting for release.
“It’s your turn, Snow,” Lucien says to me.
I scowl under the blindfold. How the fuck am I supposed to get myself off when I’m wound tighter than a spring? I wave my wrists in the air, growling in frustration through the gag.
“You’ll find a way, my love. We believe in you.”
As it dawns on me that they have every intention of watching me struggle to relieve myself of this desperate need, I could scream. I feel the bed move as they all settle in around me. Knowing that they won’t show me any mercy, I try to rub my thighs together, but they are bound too tightly. I whimper softly at the cruelty of it, and my pussy throbs even harder. Somehow, I’m more turned on than ever, knowing that they are watching me, completely helpless and horny. My frustration at the little game turns into thrill. I think for a moment, and then flatten my hands together and slip them between my thighs, pressing them up against the knotted fabric. The pressure against my clit sends a little shiver up my spine. The indirect stimulation won’t get me off in a hurry, but I find that the heat in my body builds up agonizingly slowly into an inferno. I moan against the gag and arch my back against the bed, finding a good rhythm with my hands that brings me closer and closer to the edge. For what seems like an eternity, I hang on the cusp of coming, not quite able to finish. Just as I think I am going to die from frustration, I hear a voice.
“Fuck,” Derek whispers. The awe laced with desire in his voice is all the inspiration I need. Reminded that the men I love are enraptured by my every movement, I rock my hands against my bindings hard and fast as beautiful waves of pleasure shake my entire body. I pant against my gag as it rolls through me. As the last tingles of electricity ebb, I fall limp against the bed, lost in a sightless world of exhaustion and bliss.
Hands begin to untie my body as I lay there, making no move to fight or help. The blindfold is the last to be removed, and I blink in the light as my eyes adjust. I sit up and look down at my body, covered in the red stripes left behind my the impromptu restraints. My fingers caress one of the impressions that runs around my thigh. I look up at my lovers with a grin.
“Fuck you. Fuck every single one of you.”
Tyler leans forward and puts his hand on my shoulder.
“Snow, I have some bad news.”
I blink at him, put off-guard.
“This blanket is destroyed.”
I look around me at the state of the bed. The blanket is completely covered with stripes and puddles of sticky fluids, most of which have soaks all the way in. I swipe of my fingers over the blanket, collecting a little bit of cum on my fingertip and lick it off. The blanket is even more drenched than I am.
“Good.”
Snow
“Queen!” Derek calls me from inside the room. “The Council demands your presence!” He continues, and I find a smile creeping up to my lips. Hugging myself tightly against the
night’s cool breeze, I glance one last time at the capital, its orange lights like candles glowing in the distance, spilling onto the roads and highways and turning them into a brightly lit cobweb. I’ve travelled all over the world, but I’ve never found a sight as beautiful as this one. Maybe it’s because this is the one place I can call home.
“Queen! The Council can’t wait!” Derek calls me again, and I finally turn on my heels and head back in, turning my back to the large balcony. The room is covered in shadows, but I can still make out the outline of the large bed I ordered. It’s so massive I had to move my chambers to one of the largest rooms in the palace, but it was more than worth it.
“And what does the Council want with me?” I purr, slowly walking to the edge of the bed. Taking my hands to my shoulders, I grab the large shirt I’m wearing — one of Tyler’s — and let it slide down my body and onto the floor, the fabric caressing my naked skin on the way down.
“The Council wanted you to take that shirt off, but I guess that’s an item we can cross off,” Malcolm laughs gently, sitting up on the bed. Even though the room is draped in shadows, I can still feel their gaze tracing the lines of my silhouette, the heat of their bodies calling to me.
“And what else?” I continue, placing one knee on top of the bed and climbing up on the mattress. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but even this mattress had to be order made — and it’s cost was prohibitive. It’s a good thing I’m the Queen.
“What else?” William joins in, kicking the sheets back to reveal all of their naked bodies. The seven of them are lying in bed right now, the shadows and the moonlight working together to turn their figures into something out of a fairy-tale. “Maybe the Council wants you for...everything.”
“Everything? But that’s gonna take all night,” I chuckle, nestling myself between Lucien and Richard, running my hands from their chest to the wall of muscle covering their stomachs, the rugged contour of their abs making a shiver go up my spine.
