I considered my objections complete. If they chose to stay, it was their decision. I surrendered.
Ian pressed against me, his smooth flesh brushing against the taut nipples which strained against my dressing gown. He pushed me down so that I sat on the bed, and the others arranged themselves around me. My back molded to Clay's chest. He stretched an arm around my front like Mason had earlier, taking his time as he slowly drew my robe to the side. Hot eyes watched as he peeled the fabric away from my body.
Seb, his pale abs and pecs leaner compared to the rest of them, stood at the side of the bed. His scorching golden gaze remained glued to the flesh being revealed. Ian sidled up to my side, kissing the column of my throat. He didn't shy away from contact with the other men. For the most part, I didn't feel discomfort from any of them.
Reed stripped himself of his shirt as well and my hungry gaze caught on his defined pecs and ridged abs. He was no less impressive than any of the others, as evidenced by Clay's own expanse of muscle behind me. Reed's chest had more hair, the black curls tight. I wanted to run my fingers through them. He positioned himself on the opposite side of me, his face tickling my neck. I grabbed his head, pressing his teasing mouth harder against my shoulder. My other hand reached behind me to grasp Clay's muscled thigh.
Mason remained on the edge of the bed beside Seb, watching. Clay slid my dressing gown to the side, baring my right breast to their collective hot gazes. My skin ignited where their eyes blazed. Mason devoured me, his pale gaze smoldering. Seb climbed onto the bed as well, his lips descending to the creamy flesh of my thigh. I didn't think we could maintain all of their touches at once, but they continually surprised me. Mason's fingertips trailed up the arch of my foot, over my ankle, and along the back of my calf. His light touch was as sensuous as Ian's hand brushing the side of my still covered breast. Clay's attention moved to that side next, and I shrugged out of the dressing gown, the silk pooling at my waist.
"Fates, you're beautiful," Reed whispered huskily. His words echoed on every face in the room.
I felt like a goddess, worshiped and admired. I wanted to touch them, all of them, but I only owned two hands. Clay tilted my head back and retook my mouth, his skillful tongue and teeth sucking and nipping until I whimpered. He might not have much experience, as he had said, but he knew how to arouse me to insanity. I lost track of who touched me where. One pair of hot lips seized a nipple, and another captured my other breast. The twin tugs and licks sent me spiraling further into the volcano my body bathed within.
A warm hand reached the crease of my thighs, and I whimpered, opening my legs instinctively. One of my hands curled in Ian's straight hair, the other rested on whichever head held my right nipple hostage. The curly hair was Reed's, but the mouth at my breast was not inexperienced by any means. My center ached, the thin panties I wore soaked with my wetness. Their fierce desire elevated my own, driving us all impossibly higher.
Two hands took control of my thighs, one on each, and pulled me apart. One belonged to Seb; his fingernails scratched my skin lightly. The other belonged to Mason, warm and massive. A tug at the tie around my waist caused the silk to fall away completely.
Mason grunted, and I freed Clay's lips to determine the object of his frustration. He glared at my panties as if they offended him. With a playful grin, dimples flashing, he grasped the cloth between two strong hands and ripped one seam. The trap of my body released the remaining flaps of material. He threw them casually behind him.
Being bared to so many eyes might have embarrassed me, but I didn't feel shame. My reddish brown curls shone; my swollen, dark nether lips captivated their attention. Lust blazed in their eyes. They stared at me like I was the most beautiful sight they'd ever seen.
"You're gorgeous, Lass," Ian breathed against my ear, his teeth nipping my neck. Then, he turned my mouth back to Clay and retreated, though his hand still curled hotly around my waist. Clay recaptured my breast, kneading it from behind. He rolled the firm peak between his fingers. Sharp pangs of pleasure zinged from my breasts to my throbbing mound.
"Why am I the only one naked?" I panted.
Ian chuckled and took his pants off with a motion so swift I barely caught it. Seb removed his pants as well, losing contact with my thigh. His nose had been edging closer to my needy sex, and I regretted distracting him. Reed grunted against my throat but continued his gentle exploration of my breast; Mason just grinned at me. I should be relieved they weren't all getting naked at once. I stared at the marvelous cocks already on display. Ian's shaft was long and thick with a slight bend at the end, a dark mass of curls at the base. Seb was longer but thinner. Freckles dotted the lean muscles of his chest and legs, but they only added to his beauty.
Ian didn't return to my side, but his eyes followed every detail. His simmering intensity captured me, and he led my hand to his erection. The sleek, smooth texture surprised me, like silk sheathing hard metal. His eyelids fluttered with pleasure as I tentatively stroked him. Seb returned to his place between my legs, his tongue alternately licking as his teeth nipped my gentle skin.
"Saints, Kee, you smell amazing," Seb rested his head inches above my mound. His breath tickled my sensitive flesh. My thighs were soaked. Reed pulled away from my breast, his blue eyes glittering with hunger. Only a thin ring of indigo surrounded his dilated pupils.
I shifted to the side, moving next to Clay so I could help him remove his pants. I regarded his proud length, also thick and long. My mouth dried. How would I ever handle all these men? I took his cock in my free hand, stroking him and Ian in tandem. His green eyes bored into me, adoration and passion shining in their depths.
Mason sat back on his heels and fastened his eyes on my body. I missed his touch, but the others compensated. Seb repositioned himself between my legs, licking a path up the inside of my thighs. I moaned and squirmed against the bed as my sex convulsed, my hips involuntarily thrusting off the mattress.
Ian stopped the slide of my hands, his eyes wild. He panted with restrained tension. "Not yet, Lass. Let me watch for a while."
He and Mason appeared content to observe for the moment. Ian's cock jumped as his chocolate eyes devoured everything at once. Reed stole his place, his lips once again lowering to my breast. His strong hands slid under my ass, kneading the soft flesh. His movements lifted me off the bed. I moaned and arched against the headboard as Clay nipped his way down my shoulder. My hand still explored his body, alternately trading between his thick shaft, the rigid muscles of his abdomen, and the smooth skin of his balls.
My eyes were closed when Seb's hot mouth finally descended on my sex. I whimpered as his tongue slipped between my folds and then pushed into my opening. His hands clenched around my hips as his brother lifted my ass to improve his access. His tongue flicked and licked the taut bud shooting wracking shivers of pleasure throughout my entire body. Sparks burst behind my eyes, my hands tightening on the men around me. I shuddered as his lips gently sucked on the aching bundle of nerves and my breath escaped in a sound which was half moan and half scream.
I opened my eyes. Mason's and Ian's gazes were fastened on my face, my breasts, and the head between my legs. Mason's fists clenched on his thighs and Ian stroked his cock with an expert hand. The sight made me hotter, arousing me further. I wriggled, the passion inside me growing. The hill I climbed stole my breath. My pleas grew louder as Seb's tongue continued to lash my cunny, my clit, and my folds in ferocious synchronicity. I was close to cresting that elusive summit when Seb pulled away. I groaned in desperation. He smiled at me, his eyes fierce and golden. His chest heaved with his ragged breaths, a drop of moisture beading at the end of his cock. He swiped a hand over his mouth where my juices dripped from his chin.
"I have to share," he explained. He had enjoyed himself thoroughly, and I experienced a sudden desire to do the same. I glanced over at Clay. I scrunched my body until I lay flatter, my tongue flicking at one puckered nipple before moving lower. Clay's groans and the hand tangling in
my hair were all the encouragement I needed. I licked up the length of his shaft, enjoying his salty, musky taste. Hands and mouths resumed their exploration of my body as I slid Clay into my mouth. I couldn't suck all the way to the base of his cock, but I delighted in the feeling of his hardness between my lips. My core clenched with longing every time he growled and thrust into my mouth.
When another tongue gently tasted my folds, I moaned. The vibration aroused Clay further. His groan echoed mine. I peeked and saw Reed at the juncture of my thighs, his attention more tentative but not any less pleasurable. Seb captured one breast and Mason the other while Ian continued to observe. He liked watching, my voyeuristic Shadow. His hand moved rhythmically up and down his hardness. His eyes latched onto my lips fastened around Clay's cock. The enticing darkness in his gaze increased the unbearable tension escalating inside me.
Reed's tongue flicked my clit, and I cried aloud. The men had been building me up slowly, and I needed satisfaction. My body was afire, my mind entirely fogged with lust. My cunny throbbed with pulsing emptiness. I felt so empty there. Fingers prodded my entrance, and I whimpered, opening my legs wider. Reed pushed one finger inside me, testing the tightness of my passage, and then two, tenderly stretching me.
Clay gasped aloud as my lips tightened around his silky stiffness and he gently pulled up on my hair. "Indrasa," he choked out. "I can't take any more."
I wanted one of them inside me, now, and I had to choose. I had both dreaded and anticipated this moment. Ian moved forward, taking control. He picked me up so I straddled Clay, lifting a brow to the man underneath me. Clay nodded, anticipation making his breath shallow and fast.
Mason held his breath tight in his massive chest. He still wore his breeches and the fabric strained so much, I feared they might tear. Seb and Reed watched with equal fascination, their shoulders heaving with rapid breaths. They didn't seem to mind that the Merchant would be my first.
"With you on top, you'll be able to control your motion the first time," Ian explained in a rough voice. "Clay will have to thrust to break your hymen, but we'll make certain you don't feel the pain long." I gulped. Seb moved to my other side, and he tweaked my nipple, making me cry out again. His touch refocused me on the pleasure and not the nerves.
The bond rose in me, the heat so unbearable I threw my head back and swiped the sweaty strands of hair from the nape of my neck. I needed him. I needed all of them. My eyes locked on Clay's emerald depths and he lowered me slowly, his hands firmly guiding my hips.
The head of his shaft prodded me, slick from my mouth; my cunny wept with my arousal and their attention. I gasped as the first inch slid into me, stretching me so delightfully. Ian's fingers found my clit, and he gently stroked me. I braced my hands on Clay's chest to keep from impaling myself too quickly on his length. My body jerked, and I whimpered as sweat broke out on Clay's forehead. I wanted, I needed...
Still holding my gaze, Clay pushed my hips downward at the same time he thrust his pelvis upward. I moaned loudly in pleased surprise, the momentary stab of pain eased by Ian's fingers on my clit and Seb's tongue caressing my nipple. I held my protesting body still for a moment, capturing the fantastic sensation of him filling me so perfectly.
I started to move with Clay's help, sliding up and down his cock as the fire built within me. I sunk into Clay as wholly as he submerged into me. The desire rose in us simultaneously as we fed off each other's passion. One hand clutched Seb beside me and the other I pressed instinctively over the center of Clay's chest, the cavity which supposedly housed the manifestation of his soul. I was uncertain if I found his heartbeat or something more ethereal, but the power rose in him. A bright light glowed next to his heart, apparent only to me through the connection we shared between our bodies and souls.
Powerful pressure swamped me, the need unbearable as I ground my hips frantically. My breasts bounced with me, my ass slapping against his pelvis. The others’ eyes remained on me - on my face, on my body, on the juncture where our bodies merged. Their passion fueled our own. We broke together, and my body tumbled over the precipice as his seed spurted into me, a growl torn from his throat. A ragged scream burst from me as well, light flashing behind my eyes as my body exploded with the intensity of my first orgasm. The soul connection filled me with his compassion and his love. I glimpsed his admiration of me, revered his ability to judge a person, and appreciated the intricacies of his calculating mind as our souls linked eternally.
Shakily regaining my breath, I assessed whether the bond had eased. It still yearned, unsatisfied. The others waited, and the need built within me again. It wouldn't surrender until I had them all inside me.
Kissing Clay lightly on his lips, I smoothed his sweaty hair back from his face. "Everything about you is perfect, Indrasa." His eyes glistened with moisture. Our connection had strengthened; the emotions and satisfaction pouring from him as tangible as my own. He grinned and gently lifted my body off his. "You need the others," he said matter of fact.
Four sets of eyes settled upon me, gauging my mood and my body's needs. Mason's face twisted in pain, but the ache didn't stem from seeing me with Clay. It was the pressure of his erection. I really needed to remove his pants.
Ian scanned my face, his own jaw clenched with restrained passion and admiration. Seb stroked himself slowly on the other side of Clay, and Reed stared into my eyes. My body began to heat anew, the lack of their hands upon me elevating the fever immediately. The journal had said I might experience some satiation with each consummation, but I didn't. The urgent demand rose inexorably, completely erasing any discomfort I might have felt.
"Are you sure?" Reed asked.
"I need you, all of you," I gasped, my body's desperation rising. "And I need you all here, inside me." My hand trailed down my tummy into my curls, and they groaned or sighed in anticipation. I was aware of other ways they could take me and different manners we could give each other pleasure, but the bond insisted they be inside me. I needed them as close to my womb as possible.
I whimpered again. Why was no one touching me? My body still rested against Clay's, but I needed more. Tired of waiting for them, I crawled on my knees over to Mason. I kissed him wildly, proving to him how much I craved him. My lips ground against his. His fingers tangled in my hair as I reached for Reed with my other hand. My palm slid over the springy curls on his chest, dropping down to his still fastened breeches.
"Take these off, both of you," I muttered between clenched teeth. Ian chuckled. As Mason moved away from me to comply, Ian sidled up behind me, his erection shoving between the cheeks of my ass. I groaned and thrust back into him; his hands cupped my breasts.
Reed hadn't yet obeyed me, so I leaned over and nipped at his chest. I took his nipple into my mouth, my tongue lashing and sucking, my teeth grazing. He gasped and I met his indigo gaze, pushing all my desire and understanding into my eyes. His mind held the most reserve. I tore his walls down gently, my kisses and licks along his pecs finally forcing his hand to reach for his pants. As Mason returned to me, I couldn't wait for Reed to shed his breeches entirely. My hand trapped his length, stroking up and down. Reed was thick, and my hand had difficulty wrapping around his impressive girth.
Mason pressed against my belly, and my breath caught. He was massive. His silver eyes burned into me. "I can't be gentle, Kiarra. I want you too much."
"It's ok," I panted. The others shifted to the side, and Mason lowered me to my back though I kept a hold on Reed. They moved to accommodate me, Seb appearing at my head as Ian again slipped aside to watch. When I glanced curiously at him, he smiled at me. I read his expression clearly. Watching gave him nearly as much pleasure as being inside me. I let him maintain his distance. There was only so much of me to go around.
I held Mason's pale eyes as his hips eased between my legs and his massive cock probed my entrance. I moaned and whimpered, one hand on Seb's stiff length and the other on Reed's. Mason didn't appear to mind that I touched them. My attention was fully u
pon him when he pushed slowly inside me. His teeth clenched together, his strong jaw tightening, and I released the others. I needed to reassure Mason that I could handle him. I didn't want him to hold back.
I smiled. My legs curled around his back, my heels urging him deeper into me. When he still moved too slowly, I lifted my hips and thrust onto his massive cock. With a guttural cry, he rammed forward and sheathed himself fully inside me. My loud moan echoed in the room, my hands grasping the arms of the men on either side of me.
On his knees, Mason pounded into me, gaining speed and power. His eyes burned with passion, and the tension rose toward another culmination. His large hands gripped my ass, angling me so he could sink deeper inside me.
Reed glanced at Mason and Mason must have given him an answer because the Scholar lowered his head to my breast, sucking and nipping. The dual sensations unraveled me, and I joined Mason for each stroke as he plundered my depths. He bumped into my womb, but I didn't care. The hurt was delicious, his cock stretching me almost impossibly. We climbed together, my hand reaching to press against his chest. He leaned forward to accommodate me, his pale eyes burning. Seb tweaked my other nipple as he stroked himself. Behind me, Clay's desire reignited. Ian's gaze was intense, moisture glistening on the end of his cock.
Mason's body stiffened, the veins standing out on his corded arms and neck. He came with a roar which shook the room. I screamed aloud as he pushed so deep and so hard inside me, it caused my own orgasm. My muscles clenched around him, milking every drop of his seed as the connection snapped into place between us. His strength, protectiveness, sense of justice, and need for equality burrowed within me, next to Clay in the center of my chest.
This time, it took me a little longer to return to earth. My ears rang as my vision returned from the blackness which had edged the corners of my eyes. I would have thought I could take no more, especially with as hard as Mason fucked me, but the bond demanded more. The insistent lust was proof of magic. My body continued to hunger. Mason's eyes met mine, understanding dawning in him as he felt the power of my need as clearly as Clay.
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