Seven Deadly Sinners

by Dark Angel

  I lean forward into Arsen, giving Marshall the perfect angle to drive his cock home, right into my tight ass.

  Oh, fuck.

  I feel Arsen’s cock throbbing inside of me and all of a sudden, with multiple hands twisting my nipples and teasing my body, I feel weightless.

  I close my eyes. They roll back into my head.

  I’m losing my grip on reality. Every sense is heightened as sharp bursts of pleasure get ready to erupt.

  “Fuck,” Marshall breathes out harshly, and I can feel his cock spasm inside me.

  That’s enough to push me over the edge.

  With their two hard bodies pushed against me, and more cocks everywhere for me to suck and like and grab and holt onto, I let it go. I scream out in pleasure as the orgasm rips through me

  I shudder, moaning into Arsen’s neck as I feel his cock start to spasm. Through my wracking shudders of orgasm, I the inner walls of my pussy contract around Arsen’s cock, and he lets out a grunt and within moments I can feel him spurt cum inside me.

  Pleasure clouds my sense of time. All I can feel is Arsen squirting inside of me, Marshall unloading into me.

  Marshall uses his finger to smear some of his own juices on my pussy.

  Good, I want their cum all over me. Marking me. Claiming me.

  Then I’m ready for more. As Arsen and Marshall pull out of my body, Kaden’s tease and torture my nipples. They’re hard and swollen under his attention, aching from the abuse of all seven of these men having their hands all over me.

  But I want more.

  I want to taste them all.

  Two new cocks replace Arsen and Marshall’s, and I don’t even know who is where anymore.

  All I know is that I have seven cocks at my disposal, Seven tongues. Fourteen hands. And I want to make use of all of them.

  Looking up further on the bed, I find Samuel and Ares lying the closest, so I grab both of their cocks and start stroking them, going back and forth between one and then the other with my mouth to suck and lick and tease them.

  Hands are everywhere, gripping my ass, playing with my clit, feeling my holes stretched as cocks slide in and out.

  I moan onto the cocks I’m savoring. Soon, the combination of sensations is overwhelming and my clit begins to twitch, my inner muscles squeezing the men buried deep inside as I start to come again.

  The stimulation of my nipples by someone else intensifies the feeling until I have to throw my head back and scream, just letting it rip through me.

  Hands grip me harder as I come, and the cocks inside me move faster, their rhythm picking up. They give me no time to come down and their increasingly rough thrusts start to build pleasure in me again, even as the ripples of climax are still moving through me.

  I try to see through the haze of the orgasms taking over me.

  I float back down to reality, somewhat, and see that I’ve got another cock right there in my face.

  I look up. It’s Ares.

  I open wide to take his cock down my throat.

  The ecstasy of being fucked is so much more intense when I'm filled from every angle. Swallowing a man I love all the way down to the base is almost enough to make me cum. Having every part of me stretched with cock is absolutely divine.

  I suck Ares in time with the rise and fall of my body between Kaden and Justin—now that I’m coming down from my last orgasm, I’m more aware of who’s who.

  But not for long because I feel the pace of our sex get rougher and faster. I know I’ll be hurtling over the edge yet again before long. I work every inch of Ares’s cock with my mouth and throat. The trance-like motions of our bodies bring us all to the throbbing edge at one time. I give out a muffled scream as I start to cum again so soon after the last, not daring to take Ares’s cock out of my mouth for a single second, even as my whole body shakes violently.

  Every hair on my body stands on end and I peak, and not long after, Ares empties his balls inside my mouth, spilling cum over my chin and down the valley between my tits.

  As I turn my mouth away from his cock, swallowing several times to drink down all his delicious cum, Justin squeezes my hips, starting to fill my ass with his own.

  Not long after, Kaden starts to cum as well, both men filling me to the brim and spilling over, trails of cum mixing as they run down my thighs and seep into the blanket.

  Ares moves to the head of the bed and sits down against the plush pillows, leaning back against the headboard and lacing his hands behind his head, much like I’d expect Samuel to do.

  Justin moves to give me space to roll out from between their bodies and for a moment I just collapse against the bed, enjoying the warm afterglow of being thoroughly fucked many times over by all the cocks that surround me.

  I think about how lucky I am to have these men. How amazing it is that they love me. I know I love them, each one in their own way.

  And I especially love the way they pass me around and fuck me until I’m completely sated.

  Apollo is the first one to interrupt my daze, his fingers sliding down my belly and slipping between my legs. He teases my clit side-to-side and dips inside my pussy. He looks down at my face as I whimper softly.

  “Thirsty? You can lie back and enjoy your bliss once we’ve thoroughly filled you with cum.”

  Oh, fuck yes. I think I know what’s coming.

  Apollo runs his hands all over my pussy and ass, dipping his fingers in and collecting all the cum that’s spilling out because there’s just too much for me to keep inside.

  All these men unloaded hot ropes of cum all inside of me, but now Apollo’s making sure I get what I love.

  The taste of them all mingled together—and mixed with my own flavor.

  He collects it all, and I can still taste Ares in my mouth, even though I gulped down every last drop.

  I’m desperate to get it all when Apollo brings his cum-soaked fingers to my lips. I open wide and let him feed me all the cum he can get inside.

  “More,” I beg.

  He gives me what I want. Every bit of cum that he cleans from my body he brings to my lips so that I can taste the exquisite unique flavor of all our intermingled juices.

  “Fuck, Caroline,” Apollo says as I lick his fingers clean. “You’re so perfect, baby. I love you.”

  “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. Hearing the declaration of love makes me ready to take these men on yet again.

  My hips rock, rubbing against Arsen and Samuel at the same time. They take turns stroking my side and squeezing my ass.

  As Apollo breaks away from the kiss, I turn my head to the side slightly, ready for Arsen and Samuel to have a turn.

  Samuel leans around, kissing me hard. His cock slides between my ass cheeks and he moans as he rubs against me. Arsen’s fingers slide between my thighs, slowly probing between my pussy lips to rub against my clit. Apollo lifts my legs up and spreads me wide, opening me up to them.

  “More!” I beg. “I want both of you inside of me right now!”

  Samuel 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 Arsen 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, they both slam into me, hard, filling me so full of cock.

  Slowly, the two begin moving in and out of me, working together, 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 nipples rub against Arsen’s chest, my clit against his firm body.

  Then each of the other five men who aren’t currently balls deep inside me take turns kissing me as I slowly continue to fuck Samuel and Arsen, each passionate ki
ss leaving me breathless between each of them.

  Looking at each man in turn makes my pussy quiver. Each of those men, previously spent, having filled me with their cum, are watching, enraptured. Their cocks are stiff and throbbing yet again as they watch us without a word.

  I give them a smile and tell them yet again, “I love you. All of you.”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So perfect.”

  I tingle and blush all at the same time.

  And while this slow, sensual fuck feels so damn good, all it can think is that I’m ready for more again.

  “Fuck me harder!”

  Samuel goes for it, and Arsen 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 be the biggest yet, the one that will leave me in a perfectly satisfied heap of freshly fucked flesh.

  “Are you ready, Caroline?” I hear Samuel say from behind me.

  “Yes! I’m going to cum. Please fill me up with more!” I say, smiling at how filthy and thirsty for cum I’ve become.

  They both fuck me even harder than before. Samuel is the first to cum. I can feel his cock throbbing and the heat of his cum inside my ass.

  A few thrusts later, Arsen comes inside my pussy. The rough thrusts send me over the edge, my whole body lighting up as I cum one last time, my fingers clutching the soaking wet cum-stained bedsheets.

  “Fuck.” I hear the murmur from all the guys as I finally collapse on the bed, more satisfied than I’ve ever been in my life. This is what I need. The seven of them. Together.

  While they’re all amazingly unique and have their own talents and personalities, when they’re together, working together, fucking together, it elevates things to an entirely different plane.

  The awe and devotion in their voices is all I need to hear. These men—the men I love, and who love me, too—are completely entranced by my every movement, my every word.

  I lie there and look at each of them as the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure continue to shake my entire body. My captors are now my protectors. They’ll do anything for me.

  And I vow then and there, that I’ll do whatever it takes as well. Whatever needs to happen to make me safe, to get out of this mess, and to move forward, I’ll do it.

  Because in the end, I get to be with my seven loves.

  My father has no idea what coming his way.

  But I’m done thinking about that for tonight. As the last tingles of ecstasy ebb, I fall limp against the bed, lost in a sightless world of exhaustion and bliss. And seven men are there to watch over me and keep my safe.

  And very well fucked.

  Chapter 24

  Marshall

  A few days after the attack on our headquarters, my anger has reaches a boiling point and I'm ready to get things fucking moving. If it were up to me, I would've made a silent hit on Edwin by now.

  I'm impulsive like that. No filter. If I see something that angers me, I immediately follow it up with action. Inaction is the death of men. Action is what protects people, and I've always been good at that. It's partly why Archibald hired me. He knows I'm quick on my toes and I have no fucking patience for bullshit.

  The countdown for our plan has begun—we’re preparing to attack Edwin's mansion before he has a chance to get to us again.

  We have daily meetings to plan the invasion, and Justin's been combing the underground crime tunnels of the city to get the right weapons. Everything's coming together perfectly, and this puts a cap on my rage, at least for the moment.

  We allow Caroline to be in on even the most basic knowledge. We trust her now as part of our inner circle, and that's fucking huge. Normally, we trust no one, but Caroline's been vital to giving us essential details, like how to make our way into Edwin's home, and where he might be planning an attack from.

  She's with me now in the conference room. We all want to fuck her, every second of every day, but we have to keep ourselves somewhat under control for now because she has the floor.

  "So guys, I think you should know that my father won't have access to many men. He doesn't have the resources for that much security. He'll have some guys, but you should be able to take them easily. Plus, he always underestimates the value of having a personal armed guard. He's too cheap to want to spend the money on men that matter and are qualified."

  "If this is correct," I say, "then all seven of us should suffice. He won't see us coming."

  The idea that Caroline's father will be dead in a few days has me on a short fuse. I just want this business over. I want to know that everything is going to go right. I'm worried about Caroline. She’s the definite target, and we have to protect her at all costs.

  Throughout the next few days, we work hard to make sure that all the pieces are in place for the massacre. Edwin would have gone down hard for trying to hurt us, but with all he’s done to hurt Caroline? Vengeance will be mine.

  "I'm worried about you baby," I say to Caroline privately one day.

  "I know you are, my big man,” she says with a sexy little grin. “Always my protector." She kisses me.

  I have a rare moment with her alone, so I figure it's time to tell her everything that's been on my mind.

  "You know that my feelings for you run deep. They're more than just superficial. I think I love you, Caroline. You're the only person I've ever met that can cool my heated, angry heart. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before."

  Her eyes tear up and I know that what I've said affects her on a deep level. I kiss her and hold her small body within my rough, strong arms. This gentle flower deserves the world.

  "I love you too, Marshall. I love all of you guys."

  The words pierce my heart. I never dreamed I could be so happy or that there'd ever be a reprieve from the rage that’s always simmering right beneath the surface. Caroline is like the sun shining the light on all the storm clouds of fury that circle like a vortex within me.

  She's the sun, the epicenter of my life, the gravity that grounds me. Nothing can pull me out of my fury and back down to earth quicker than a smile from her beaming face.

  In the days leading up to the attack, I know that she has similar conversations with all the men. We each love her. I have no doubt of that. We’re a tight unit, and she's a part of that now in every way. In fact, she's become the center of our lives.

  I, for one, won't allow Edwin to get anywhere near her, and I hope to God she doesn't shed one more tear of sadness for him.

  I know it must be hard to learn what she did about her father. That her own flesh and blood was willing to have her murdered.

  I know she wanted to prove herself to him, but now she's coming to realize how deceptive and manipulative he really is. How callous and unfeeling. But with us in her life, she’ll be happy. She’ll have everything she could ever need. I’ll make sure of it. Losing her dad will seem like nothing in comparison. We’re her universe and she’s ours.

  The days fly by as we prepare for the attack, and pretty soon it's the evening before we make our move. Justin plans a special dinner for us in the penthouse, something we left to him since he has such a fondness for creating spectacular food. His palate is more refined than anything I've ever witnessed.

  It's like a fucking five-star restaurant up here. All of us sit with Caroline and give toasts.

  "To my men and their safety," she says as she raises her glass of wine.

  "To keeping Caroline safe," I toast.

  "To the death of all evil," Ares adds.

  There's excitement in the air because as hardened criminals, there's nothing we love more than going into battle. But tonight, there’s also an element of fear among us. Before, we had nothing to lose, only our lives. Now, we have Caroline to think about. If one of us dies, it will scar her forever. If she dies, we might as well all die too because there's no one else like her. There’s no going back to the way things were before we met her. That knowledge
hangs heavy in the air.

  Tomorrow will be an epic day. It will determine our fate and the rest our future.

  Chapter 25

  Ares

  We finished dinner an hour ago. Caroline has gone to bed, alone. I keep counting my brothers as we sit around the conference table going over the last details one more time before hitting the hay ourselves. I wouldn’t put it past Apollo to try to slip off and see Caroline tonight.

  The only thing holding him here is his love of being in charge and the fact that I might break his aristocratic nose if he tried to fuck her tonight on his own. Hell, the only thing keeping most of us here is the thought that she needs her sleep before the operation tomorrow.

  “Ares,” Apollo snaps my attention away from a quick daydream about walking in on him with our girl and carrying her off for my own pleasure, “wake up and confirm you’re making a sweep of the west wing after clearing the kitchen with Samuel.”

  “I’m on it, boss,” I answer back, raising my middle finger playfully. “We’re all on it, been planning this for a while, dude. I think we’re all on top of our game.”

  There’s a murmur through the room—we have planned this little operation with more precision and attention than any other operation we’ve ever run. We never fail, but failing this time is more than any of us could bear. Not with Caroline at stake.

  Silence fills the room, each man alone with his thoughts about what tomorrow means and the pressure of success.

  “I hate to interrupt but may I say something?” It’s Caroline. We all perk up and turn to the door where our angel is standing. She’s dressed in red silk that clings to her full breasts and dips in between her legs.

  Fuck. There’s nothing between me and her but some air and that one thin layer of silk. Marshall next to me lets out a low growl.

  She looks at each of us in turn. “I was a virgin when I was brought here, not really because I wanted to be but because it was expected of me. I was scared—I think again because it was expected. I knew from the moment I met each of you that you would never hurt me. Yes, even you, Ares.”